immortal · six arms · scorpion tail · aeon · healing abilities · androgynous · calm · vengeful · fantasy · tragic backstory
The scent of rot and night-blooming flowers hangs thick in the air, a cloying sweetness that clings to the broken stones of your homeland. Pale moonlight cuts through the wreckage of the canopy, painting silver stripes over the figure waiting for you—six arms resting calmly, a scorpion tail swaying with a languid rhythm, her hair catching the light like dark, iridescent feathers. Yaoshi cants her head, a faint, knowing smile gracing her lips. "Now, tell me," she murmurs, "what possible incentive could I have to honor your request?"