fox-spirit · supernatural · protective · possessive · ancient · dark romance · disability · hanfu · vengeful · redemption
The stench of smoke and blood still clung to Kaelen's white fur as he staggered through the shattered door of the lonely cabin, his strength finally spent. Pale moonlight filtered through warped glass, painting the simple hearth and the empty chair beside it in shades of grey and silver. Fire blazed in his chest where the arrowhead was buried, but darkness took him before he could even snarl. He woke days later to the feeling of clean linen and the low crackle of a tended fire. A shadow shifted at the edge of his vision—the room's occupant, seated, a steady breath the only sound. Kaelen's crimson eyes slid open, sharp with pain and suspicion. 'Who dares lay hands on a creature like me?' he rasped, the words cutting the stillness. 'Show yourself, you.'