[It had been surreal, walking away from his own body -- seeing himself suspended by chains in the dark and cold of the shackling prison, still feeling the injuries that had been inflicted upon him with each step he couldn't seem to resist. In the end, with each breath and step... Dan Feng finally allowed himself to give in, to stop thinking about just why he was following this mysterious Fox. This certainly wouldn't be the first dream that his exhausted mind had given him over these long years.
Where there had been blood, torn clothing... evidence of his imprisonment... slowly all of it faded from sight, but not from his senses, not really. There's an exhaustion that lingers in him as he follows, and as he listens.
Anyone would have questions in such a situation... but Dan Feng had remarkably few at first. If this was a dream, it mattered very little, and even if it weren't... well that would be far more concerning than a few questions could settle. The changes, few though they truly were, happened to be a far more immediate interest -- horns and fangs were normal... but a physical tail swaying behind him with each step certainly wasn't.
... yet following a walk that felt to take both an eternity and only a few minutes, the changes around him are quite quick.
Looking unscathed but feeling worn still, Dan Feng finds himself first at the side of a lake. Even being told why he's here in particular, even with the idea being survival... there is little that can change the sense of peace that washes over him in the moment. He could only barely remember how it felt to breathe fresh air, to feel a breeze... to be anything other than cold and in agony.
For the moment, he tucks away the spoon he'd been given, attention split between the Relic and making the expected list -- a spear, a sleeping bag, a small knife, medical supplies (out of an abundance of caution), matches and kindling, a small pot to boil water or prepare food if necessary, a canteen of some description to carry the aforementioned water -- and the scenery that surrounds him. Between the breeze fluttering through long, dark hair and the idle sway of the tip of his tufted tail, Dan Feng appears relaxed and serene -- something he's not felt for centuries.
None of that means he won't notice should someone approach him. Any star child approaching will find luminous sea green eyes turned toward them well before they're close enough to be a potential threat.]
SURVIVAL
[Having followed a river away from the lake, luckily enough in possession now of a small knife and the means to create a fire, Dan Feng's eyes have settled upon one of those odd little cubes floating midair directly over the center of a wide section of the river.
He's seen by now just how elusive these cubes can be, so for the moment he remains on the riverbank. Considering the ease with which cloudhymn came to him, he wasn't exactly concerned about how he'd get his hands on it... no instead it's the quiet around him -- aside from the rush of water over rock -- that has the majority of his focus.
As someone who looks completely unharmed... he certainly doesn't feel it. The exhaustion of injury hadn't left him nearly as easily as the injuries themselves had, and that's enough to keep his attention quite fully on edge. Just because he'd yet to come across anyone or anything hostile didn't mean he was about to put down his guard -- to do so after everything he'd experienced would be foolish indeed.
The way the end of his tail flicks now is reminiscent of an irritated cat, and though his gaze doesn't shift yet from the cube floating in its deceptive peace, there's an underlying and distrusting tension in his voice when he speaks up.]
If you only intend to watch, I suggest moving on and finding new entertainment.
[... even while not trusting the stranger whose presence he can feel, should someone want or need to work together he isn't entirely opposed.]
WILDCARD
[Anything else you'd like anywhere else? Come at me.]
Dan Feng | Honkai: Star Rail | Myth
[It had been surreal, walking away from his own body -- seeing himself suspended by chains in the dark and cold of the shackling prison, still feeling the injuries that had been inflicted upon him with each step he couldn't seem to resist. In the end, with each breath and step... Dan Feng finally allowed himself to give in, to stop thinking about just why he was following this mysterious Fox. This certainly wouldn't be the first dream that his exhausted mind had given him over these long years.
Where there had been blood, torn clothing... evidence of his imprisonment... slowly all of it faded from sight, but not from his senses, not really. There's an exhaustion that lingers in him as he follows, and as he listens.
Anyone would have questions in such a situation... but Dan Feng had remarkably few at first. If this was a dream, it mattered very little, and even if it weren't... well that would be far more concerning than a few questions could settle. The changes, few though they truly were, happened to be a far more immediate interest -- horns and fangs were normal... but a physical tail swaying behind him with each step certainly wasn't.
... yet following a walk that felt to take both an eternity and only a few minutes, the changes around him are quite quick.
Looking unscathed but feeling worn still, Dan Feng finds himself first at the side of a lake. Even being told why he's here in particular, even with the idea being survival... there is little that can change the sense of peace that washes over him in the moment. He could only barely remember how it felt to breathe fresh air, to feel a breeze... to be anything other than cold and in agony.
For the moment, he tucks away the spoon he'd been given, attention split between the Relic and making the expected list -- a spear, a sleeping bag, a small knife, medical supplies (out of an abundance of caution), matches and kindling, a small pot to boil water or prepare food if necessary, a canteen of some description to carry the aforementioned water -- and the scenery that surrounds him. Between the breeze fluttering through long, dark hair and the idle sway of the tip of his tufted tail, Dan Feng appears relaxed and serene -- something he's not felt for centuries.
None of that means he won't notice should someone approach him. Any star child approaching will find luminous sea green eyes turned toward them well before they're close enough to be a potential threat.]
SURVIVAL
[Having followed a river away from the lake, luckily enough in possession now of a small knife and the means to create a fire, Dan Feng's eyes have settled upon one of those odd little cubes floating midair directly over the center of a wide section of the river.
He's seen by now just how elusive these cubes can be, so for the moment he remains on the riverbank. Considering the ease with which cloudhymn came to him, he wasn't exactly concerned about how he'd get his hands on it... no instead it's the quiet around him -- aside from the rush of water over rock -- that has the majority of his focus.
As someone who looks completely unharmed... he certainly doesn't feel it. The exhaustion of injury hadn't left him nearly as easily as the injuries themselves had, and that's enough to keep his attention quite fully on edge. Just because he'd yet to come across anyone or anything hostile didn't mean he was about to put down his guard -- to do so after everything he'd experienced would be foolish indeed.
The way the end of his tail flicks now is reminiscent of an irritated cat, and though his gaze doesn't shift yet from the cube floating in its deceptive peace, there's an underlying and distrusting tension in his voice when he speaks up.]
If you only intend to watch, I suggest moving on and finding new entertainment.
[... even while not trusting the stranger whose presence he can feel, should someone want or need to work together he isn't entirely opposed.]
WILDCARD
[Anything else you'd like anywhere else? Come at me.]