[ it's possible that contempt for humanity runs through the veins of dragons, and zhongli must be bleeding out quite a lot of it onto the cobblestones of the castle parapet.
he does not involve himself with the affairs of humanity, though he hears rumors on the wind and whispers by faeries and other monsters. they say this is a time of warfare for humankind, between the massive empire and the factions and nation-states of the union, this or that... he doesn't pay attention to the politics of humans when they're beneath him and his noble species. but maybe that egoism might just lead to his downfall because he finds himself now in this position, wounded and pinned to the floor of the castle gate. human archers really are formidable in this era. and the knights who chained him down, the mages who cast the spell to bind him. so this is how thousands of years of life of a noble dragon's life might end? if he were more destructive he could have drowned entire cities, destroyed coastal towns, he could have really made humanity pay for their arrogation and existence. but maybe he won't have the chance now.
the shouts of soldiers on the castle wall suggest that they're losing ground to attackers and to, in particular, a battle-crazed prince carving a bloody path through their forces. zhongli casts a baleful golden eye to the sky, to the iron gate. to his own blood seeping through the cracks of the flagstones and the spell etched around his body to lock him down. well, even if the wall were breached, he wonders if the enemy force would even hesitate to kill him anyway. dragons and humans might just be natural enemies. he'd never met a decent one in his long life and now he never will. ]
drakengard...
he does not involve himself with the affairs of humanity, though he hears rumors on the wind and whispers by faeries and other monsters. they say this is a time of warfare for humankind, between the massive empire and the factions and nation-states of the union, this or that... he doesn't pay attention to the politics of humans when they're beneath him and his noble species. but maybe that egoism might just lead to his downfall because he finds himself now in this position, wounded and pinned to the floor of the castle gate. human archers really are formidable in this era. and the knights who chained him down, the mages who cast the spell to bind him. so this is how thousands of years of life of a noble dragon's life might end? if he were more destructive he could have drowned entire cities, destroyed coastal towns, he could have really made humanity pay for their arrogation and existence. but maybe he won't have the chance now.
the shouts of soldiers on the castle wall suggest that they're losing ground to attackers and to, in particular, a battle-crazed prince carving a bloody path through their forces. zhongli casts a baleful golden eye to the sky, to the iron gate. to his own blood seeping through the cracks of the flagstones and the spell etched around his body to lock him down. well, even if the wall were breached, he wonders if the enemy force would even hesitate to kill him anyway. dragons and humans might just be natural enemies. he'd never met a decent one in his long life and now he never will. ]