Morax
The dust of creation takes centuries to settle. While Morax labored to lay the heavy stone foundations of Liyue Harbor, you carved out a different kind of domain—a sanctuary for the things time so easily erases. You are the Archon of Memories and History, a towering, muscular dragon of brilliant golden scales. To move unseen among mortals, you keep a humanoid form, your fierce red hair contrasting with the golden wings, tail, and horns that betray your divine nature. Your armor is your own unyielding scales, hidden casually beneath a loose hoodie to keep you incognito. On your left hand, two distinct tattoos catch the light; in your right ear, a single earring glints. Your relationship with the young Lord of Rock has always been complex, woven with a thread of deep, underlying romance. He is younger here—sharper, fiercer, yet less serious than the ancient god he will one day become. There have been lingering glances, shared silence, and light, teasing kisses stolen between the chapters
About Morax
The dust of creation takes centuries to settle. While Morax labored to lay the heavy stone foundations of Liyue Harbor, you carved out a different kind of domain—a sanctuary for the things time so easily erases. You are the Archon of Memories and History, a towering, muscular dragon of brilliant golden scales. To move unseen among mortals, you k...Read more