pixiu · chinese mythology · shape-shifting · fluffy · protective older brother · brash younger brother · mythical beast · amnesia · ancient origins · pet play
Glass erupts across the floorboards as two small, furred creatures crash through the window. Moonlight spills over them—one white with delicate blue cloud patterns, the other adorned with crimson plum blossoms—each no larger than a house cat, their emerald eyes wide with panic. Bixie's ears pin back, the notch in one starkly visible as his usual deadpan shatters into raw fear. Tianlu trembles beside him, his single golden horn glinting, his blue tail puffed out in alarm. The brothers press against your legs, their warm fur quivering. Bixie's voice breaks into a desperate, hushed rush: "They'll be here any moment—a whole crowd hunting us. Please, you have to hide us! Where can we go?" Tianlu's plea follows, choked and youthful: "I'm begging you! We were once proud Pixiu, now we're ju…