[ he proceeds carefully, as if half expecting the walls to close in on him at any moment. the portraits only give him pause for a moment, frowning at the clothing style - the kumou siblings had always been into more traditional aesthetics, haven't they? none of them would wear something like that.
but he moves on quickly enough, focused on not losing the strange, human specter of young wei wuxian. seeing his own face in the last portrait startles him into stopping, squinting at how human even he looks, without even the small stumps of the horns he'd had as a young dragon - and when he realizes who this version of himself is with, his nose wrinkles in distaste. is it xie lian's dream, then? some flight of fancy that they could be friends like he so often insists, based in wherever he'd originally come from? the next photo only seems to confirm that suspicion, with the two of them in a kitchen somewhere.
it's stupid, and he almost turns to leave to find a way out elsewhere. the last person he wants to see dreams from is that xie lian. and maybe he would have, if the next picture hadn't caught his attention. jiang cheng, too? ookurikara's knuckles turn white with anger. no demon with any sense would befriend a demon hunter.
what really keeps him moving forward, though, is the odd curiosity that - this ookurikara never develops his horns. his hair never grows longer than his shoulders, and instead of showing off his dragon form, he instead gains a dragon tattoo on his left arm as he grows older. ookurikara is curious in spite of himself, wondering what sort of world this could be that he could appear so human, let alone accept someone like xie lian as a leader. at least, that's what it looks like in that last photo? it's hard to imagine that disaster of a priest as anything so dignified.
the gunshot rips him from that train of thought, and startles ookurikara into moving faster. instinct from years of avoiding hunters and other mercenaries scream at him to find where it comes from and take them down first, but kara has no way to fight back. so he moves cautiously, opening the door slowly and carefully peering inside, ready to retreat if necessary. ]
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but he moves on quickly enough, focused on not losing the strange, human specter of young wei wuxian. seeing his own face in the last portrait startles him into stopping, squinting at how human even he looks, without even the small stumps of the horns he'd had as a young dragon - and when he realizes who this version of himself is with, his nose wrinkles in distaste. is it xie lian's dream, then? some flight of fancy that they could be friends like he so often insists, based in wherever he'd originally come from? the next photo only seems to confirm that suspicion, with the two of them in a kitchen somewhere.
it's stupid, and he almost turns to leave to find a way out elsewhere. the last person he wants to see dreams from is that xie lian. and maybe he would have, if the next picture hadn't caught his attention. jiang cheng, too? ookurikara's knuckles turn white with anger. no demon with any sense would befriend a demon hunter.
what really keeps him moving forward, though, is the odd curiosity that - this ookurikara never develops his horns. his hair never grows longer than his shoulders, and instead of showing off his dragon form, he instead gains a dragon tattoo on his left arm as he grows older. ookurikara is curious in spite of himself, wondering what sort of world this could be that he could appear so human, let alone accept someone like xie lian as a leader. at least, that's what it looks like in that last photo? it's hard to imagine that disaster of a priest as anything so dignified.
the gunshot rips him from that train of thought, and startles ookurikara into moving faster. instinct from years of avoiding hunters and other mercenaries scream at him to find where it comes from and take them down first, but kara has no way to fight back. so he moves cautiously, opening the door slowly and carefully peering inside, ready to retreat if necessary. ]