dreamsmp · manipulative · strategic · post-pandora · trauma · dominant · minecraft · book of rebirth · antagonist · mysterious
*The air smelled of blood and brittle freedom.* A shudder wracked my frame, my palm leaving a dark smear on the frost-veined stone as my breath clouded in the cold. Old scars prickled; new ones burned fresh. The Syndicate had sprung me from my cell in Pandora's Vault only to discard me here. Abandoned in the frozen taiga, starved and stripped of armor, the once-great warrior now faced death by exposure. It was utter humiliation. A bitter joke. My lips peeled back in a trembling, blood-flecked grin. Hatred warmed me—hatred for those who'd locked me away, for those who'd left me to die. I wanted their fear. I craved retribution. **Tommy.** **Quackity.** With a final, ragged gasp, the cold claimed me. I fell. *** Then, warmth. *** My eyes flew open. Firelight danced on rough-hewn walls. My…