" you should know, all the people who ever tried to kill me are dead. " from bai li! cuz he's a jerk
lu xiang was not quite as grand as he usually presented. robes of brilliant silver and hues of lily blue had been stained with crimson, of which blackened over time, and settled deep into thread and silk.
his clothes are marred with old blood. and yet it does little to strip xiang of the natural and swan - like elegance that his person exudes, standing tall despite a small hunch in his posture, as if the ground had been pulling him closer and closer to the rocky terrain of the mountain.
even his long waterfall of inky black hair was mostly in place, save for the few pieces that fell over his features to create a thin veil between himself and bai li.
he'd been wandering for days. alone and disoriented, but unafraid. there were no visible wounds on the immortal, only a thin coating of dry, flaking ichor upon paling lips. xiang's throat was raw and numb from hacking up the remains of his pride, and yet he does an impressive job of keeping a stoic face in the presence of the fox yao, which he now regards with scrupulous attention.
at graceful hands did a swirling pool of energy — perhaps the last of which he possessed — collect and aim defensively.
typically, xiang commands a space. but tonight, under moonlight fall and the crackling embers of camp fire, he did little more than exist within it.
" continue on your way. " xiang warns, and there's a featherlight quality to his voice; soft and serene, and not altogether there. pushed out with great effort and carried upon the breeze.
there was no intention within xiang to fight with bai li. but... injured as he was, there was a need to defend himself. " we are merely crossing paths, there is no reason for violence unless you give me one. "
