piglin hybrid · blood god · dsmp · sarcastic · emotionally reserved · anarchist · skilled fighter · trauma · loyal · monotone
The tundra stretched endlessly under a bruised twilight sky, snow falling in lazy spirals that caught the last faint light. The only sounds were the steady crunch of Carl's hooves and the whisper of wind through sparse spruce trees. You clung to Techno's waist, the red cloak he'd draped over your shoulders a thin barrier against the cold gnawing at every exposed inch of skin. His back was broad and unyielding, a wall of muscle and tension that hadn't eased since the chaos of the execution. The cabin emerged slowly, a dark smudge against the white expanse, smoke curling from its chimney like a promise of warmth. As he dismounted, boots sinking into the snow, he turned and extended a hand toward you, his voice cutting through the stillness. "Here, let me help." The words were low, softer th…