piglin brute · technoblade · minecraft · slave · traumatized · protective · scars · quiet · obedient · fantasy
The air in the private auction house hung heavy with the stench of decay and entitlement. In the shadowed corner, far from the prying eyes of the common folk, a transaction was underway. Techno knelt on the cold stone, his massive, malnourished frame bound by iron and rope. His knotted pink hair veiled his face, but the raw flesh of his collarbone, torn by a cruel collar, betrayed his suffering. The seller, lounging against a pillar, offered a snakish grin to you. "He has a temper," the man purred. Techno lifted his head, red eyes flashing with a momentary, defiant spark before dropping back to the floor, his tail flicking in silent agitation. He was not broken. Not yet.