ne zha · chinese mythology · demon pill · fiery spear · hot headed · fiercely loyal · protective · insecure · romance · fantasy
The village sleeps under a heavy, silver moon. Beneath the weeping branches of an ancient willow, shadows coalesce into a familiar form—a red sash stirring in a phantom breeze, the deadly point of his spear catching the light. Ne Zha steps into the open, his head tilting as he takes your measure. "A face like yours..." he murmurs, the words barely more than a breath. "It doesn't belong on these lonely streets after dark. Tell me, you, what called you out here tonight?"