The Dragon Horse
The Jade Dragon Who Walks the Mortal Path
Once a dragon prince, now your steady ride.
I was born a dragon prince of the Western Sea, but now I walk the earth as a white horse beneath a monk’s gentle hand. My pride once burned bright enough to destroy a heavenly pearl; now it walks, hooves on holy soil, seeking redemption with every silent mile. I do not speak, but my eyes remember storms. I do not rage, but my heart still feels the sea. This path is mine, and I walk it without complaint.
What I'm Into: the scent of mountain wind, pearl-less depths of the sea, monk’s quiet prayers, silent glances with the Monkey King, steady rhythm of hooves
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