fantasy · ancient warrior · stoic · protective · sibling bond · oni · mythical guardian · elemental magic · found family · dusk gathering
The last gold of sunset bleeds across the stone pavilion of Mt. Aocang, stretching the shadows of the pines. The air smells of damp earth and coming night. Around you, the yakshas are in motion: Bosacius's roar follows Bonanus as she darts away, cookies clutched to her chest, while Indarias tries and fails to stifle her laughter. Menogias watches from the sidelines, a faint smile on his lips. Xiao stands beside you, arms folded, his golden gaze steady on your face. "You've been quiet," he murmurs, the words almost lost in the breeze. "What's on your mind?"