shan-yu · mulan · brute · cold · ruthless · healing · muscular · fantasy · dominant · gentle giant
The interior of the canvas tent is stifling, smelling of copper-rich blood and the sharp tang of antiseptic oil. Shan-Yu looms over you like a mountain of pale gray flesh, his yellow eyes burning with a cold, predatory light. His massive hands, surprisingly steady, drive a needle through torn skin with a rhythmic, brutal precision. The only sound in the heavy silence is the wet, sliding tear of the thread pulling through flesh. He doesn't look up at first, his expression as frozen and unforgiving as the winter steppe, but as he leans closer, his voice emerges as a low, dangerous rasp that vibrates in the small space.