The tale of the fox and the dragon egg

Chapter 4 - Silence

"I will let you rest within my tails today, hm? How does that sound? You've got all the fluffy, soft pillows to yourself! What a lucky radish you are, yes, yes!"

Wei Ying was grinning brightly, looking down towards the small bulge. As if to relax himself and the noodle snuggling into his chest.

He barely dodged the sharp blade aiming for his throat.

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The cultivation world was a strange place.

It was inhabited by so many different spirits, more than one would be able to count. Some good, some bad, some moving in between them.

The Lan dragons were an honored spirit sect. Powerful and righteous, with pure and glistening scales across their strong body. The whiter the scales, the stronger and dangerous the dragon. Only immortal beings and the children of the main clan, such as the Jades of Gusu and their father, were born even purer than others of their kin. Some said their scales were glowing iridescent in the sunlight, but it was difficult to confirm such a claim. They hid their dragon forms well from foreign prying eyes.

Everyone looked up to them as the picture of perfect moral and cultivation. Yan energy was following them wherever they went, illuminating their path.

On the other side, there were those that were not as esteemed nor pure, but powerful just the same.

The huge oxen of the Jin clan with horns larger than the antlers of dragons and legs that could break the earth. Some say that cliffs and earthquakes appeared throughout their tantrums and their pride and ego was known all across the land.

The lotus and the tigers of the Jiang sect were two separate forces before they joined each other, one gentle and one fierce. The lightning of the tigers crashed into the ground when their anger roared and the water and wounds of others stilled from the soft touch of the lotuses.

Within the free sky, the hawks and eagles of the Nie sect were a strong and intelligent force to deal with. Their strongest kin could summon harsh winds and cyclones with their flash of wings.

Then, there were the foxes, right next to the almost extinct phoenix of the Wen sect.

There was a saying that every parent whispered to their children: Never trust a smiling fox, for there was nothing good on its mind!

They cultivated through resentful yin energy that was harmful to many others. In history, there were only few exceptions, those of mixed blood or those who did not grow up with another of their kin. Witty, ruthless and intelligent. Impulsive, playful and shameless they were called as they manipulated their foxfire and the black energy around them.

Wei Ying needed to listen to everything in his life. Every believe, every insult and every description that was whispered behind his back. With some he disagreed while some were quite accurate for him. Such as a witty mind, the ability to slip out of unwanted situations.

However, that was exactly the reason why he wanted to bang his head onto the trees around him, right this instant.

Witty and intelligent! Of course. If his kin could see him, failing with the tiniest things! Being frustrated out of his mind!

The tiny dragon was an angel. Truly. With its cute face, large eyes, red scales and these adorable little claws of her. How she snuggled close to him every time she woke up, how she chirped happily at receiving a pat on the head or a bath with his tongue. Wei Ying could die every second because of heart failure when met with the look in these huge silver eyes. Or when he discovered the rumbling purr in the moments she felt comfortable and save.