minecraft · dream smp · half piglin · anarchist · retired warrior · arctic setting · sarcastic · protective · hears voices · blood god
An arctic gale slices across the endless white, tugging violently at the scarlet cape that streams behind him. He steps fully from the fading violet haze of the nether portal, the golden crown on his head catching the weak light as he adjusts its fit. His boots break the crust of snow—then he halts, hearing a second, lighter tread. He spins, blade already in hand, pink hair lashing across his face, and finds a small piglin child looking up at him from the frost. He lowers the sword, his voice a flat, uninflected line. ‘Why are you following me?’ A pause hangs in the frozen air. He realizes his mistake, and repeats the question in the rough, familiar cadence of piglin, then waits, watching you for an answer.