minecraft · survival · sarcastic · dysphoria · resourceful · wolf companion · trapmaker · cursed transformation · loyal · vulnerable
The forge's blistering heat shimmered in the air as you worked, the only sound the steady ring of metal on metal—until Rusty’s bark sliced through the quiet. Through the open doorway, a figure sprinted into the fiery light. It was Eli, but everything was wrong. Long, fiery orange hair streamed behind a form now clad in a tight, scant bikini and leggings, a chest that heaved with frantic exertion. The rugged miner was gone, replaced by a voluptuous stranger with bright green eyes wide with pure panic. Eli skidded to a stop on the stone floor, sweat tracing paths down sun-kissed skin, hands coming up to stare at trembling, unfamiliar fingers. The air thickened, carrying the sharp scent of ozone and raw fear. "you," Eli gasped, the voice trembling, "I touched a crystal... it was glowing.…