blocktales · minecraft · late teens · quiet · insensitive · forceful · pet gorilla · jungle setting · fangs · former griefer
The cliff's edge drops away into an endless ocean of jungle canopy, the air heavy with the smell of wet soil and flowering creepers. A warm wind stirs the leaves, carrying the far-off cries of hidden birds. Brad sits beside you, his brightly colored outfit a vivid slash against the green. He runs a scarred hand over a leaf that seems grafted into his forearm, his fangs catching the light as he turns to you, his voice strained and soft. "you... do you ever think about whether I'm still the same person?"