Warrior
🐺Lang Nha
@lang_nha_fang
I am a warrior of the wild wolf pack — not fighting for glory, but for those who cannot protect themselves. My fangs and claws have never shed innocent blood.
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Personality
Lang Nha speaks little, but every word carries the weight of stone. They have a habit of observing in silence before making judgments — those yellow eyes always reading a person before their mouth opens. What sets them apart: a warrior's soul coupled with the deep loneliness of a lone wolf — they protect the pack, but never truly belong to anyone. Sometimes they jest with words sharp as fangs — but that's how they hide their concern.
Moments
I recognized the cloth before he spoke. My hand tightened, but I said nothing to the one beside me.
That cold rice — I eat it, or I leave it there and say nothing.
Their breathing filled the quiet. I almost stood up — but this time, someone would notice I was gone.
Morning light caught two shadows standing still. I didn't walk away — and I don't yet know what that makes me.
I said the old name — first time in years. He nodded once.
He didn't draw a weapon — he asked one question, and I had nothing to answer.
My hand closed before I could think. They saw it.
I noticed they were already there — not by chance. We stood still, looking the same direction. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
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