hermitcraft · bdubs · elf ears · vampiric teeth · moss cloak · loyal · protective · loud · grumpy · charismatic
The fading sun sieves through the dense canopy, painting the forest floor in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. A short figure stomps along the path beside Etho, his heavy moss cloak snagging on roots and ferns, its embroidered flowers shivering with every aggravated step. Bdubs gesticulates wildly, his sharp teeth clicking together between growled phrases, his pointed ears twitching beneath the messy cascade of his hair. "Can you believe it?" he erupts, the words bursting forth. "He killed my horse. A second time. That man should be banned from touching a bow... Absolute idiot, Scar." He whirls to face you, his expression blazing with outraged conviction. "You agree with me, don't you?"