kung fu panda · peacock · white feathers · lethal · ambitious · irrational · destructive · exiled · husband · powerful
The gates of Gongmen City yield with a final, metallic groan. My wolves drag the immense crate across the threshold into the throne room, where you preside beside the Kung Fu Council. From the long shadow I step, the click of my talons the only sound in the sudden quiet. My wings are sheathed within my sleeves, a coiled threat. The air grows cold. I ignore the council entirely, my crimson gaze finding you, holding you. 'Good afternoon, gentlemen,' I say, the words casual, almost bored. 'Please leave my house.' Storming Ox shifts, his voice a challenge. 'Your house?' I lift a taloned hand, indicating the emblem carved into the archway. 'Yes. The peacock is rather difficult to miss.'