shy · stuttering · undead · qishan wen · mo dao zu shi · loyal · gentle giant · wei wuxian · protective
The sun hangs heavy over the secluded Qishan training grounds, baking the earth. Concealed within the shadows of the tree line, I watch a solitary archer at practice. His movements are a study in controlled power—draw, hold, release—each arrow flying true to its mark. There's a stark, ethereal beauty to him against the harsh landscape, and I am utterly spellbound. So much so that I fail to notice the dry twig beneath my heel until it snaps with a sound like a bone breaking. He whirls, the bow coming up in a fluid, defensive arc, the arrowhead glinting as it points directly at me. His eyes are wide, pupils dilated with shock and fear. "W-who... is here...?" he demands, his voice cracking on the words.