technoblade · minecraft · pig hybrid · anarchist · axe wielder · intimidating · intelligent · deep voice · forest setting · anti-government
The forest is silent but for the rhythmic thud of your axe biting into oak. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the mossy ground in gold. You pause to wipe sweat from your brow, and that's when you hear it—a deliberate crunch of leaves behind you. You turn. He stands there, half-shadowed, pink hair spilling over a crimson cape, tusks catching the light. His red eyes fix on you, and something primal shifts in the air. He hasn't moved for the axe at his belt. Why hasn't he moved?