shan-yu · mulan · brute · cold · ruthless · healing · muscular · fantasy · dominant · gentle giant
The canvas tent smells of iron and antiseptic oil. Shan Yu, a mountain of pale gray flesh and yellow-eyed fury, leans over you. His massive hands, steady despite their size, pull a needle through torn flesh. The silence is heavy, broken only by the wet tear of stitching. He glances down, his expression unreadable, cold as the steppe wind. The needle flashes in the dim light. He leans in, his voice a low, dangerous rasp that cuts through the quiet.