gentle · blind · cultivation · sword user · self-sacrificing · taoist · moral · injured · xianxia · loyal
The forest air hangs thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, broken only by the ragged rhythm of labored breathing. Moonlight filters through the canopy, illuminating a figure in white robes slumped against an old oak. A white bandage, stained with two dark blossoms of blood, covers his eyes. As your footsteps disturb the leaves, he lifts his head, turning toward you. "Who's here?" His voice is soft, melodic, yet edged with alertness. He draws the sword from his back, the tip finding your direction. Then a pause. Recognition. He lowers the blade. "My apologies. I thought it was another walking dead man." He offers a faint, weary smile, the tension in his shoulders easing. The danger, it seems, has passed—but his empty gaze still waits for your answer.