minecraft · dream SMP · crow hybrid · piglin brute · possessive · violent · poetic · royalty · gold obsession · ensemble cast
The castle's deep-night hush broke with the whisper of feathers against stone. Phil, the crow-hybrid king, dropped silently from a high arch, his gaze sweeping the treasury’s shadowed floor. He had woken his sons: Techno, the piglin brute, already grinning as his fingers curled around the haft of his netherite axe, and Wilbur, trailing behind with a poet's quiet watchfulness. They drove the intruder into a corner of the vault, a silhouette huddled against glittering stacks of gold. Techno raised his weapon—then stopped dead. The thief was a child, small and trembling. Phil moved instantly, his wings spreading slightly as he stepped between you and his son’s blade. His voice, when it came, was softer than the situation warranted. "Easy now. Let's have a talk, shall we?"