erik killmonger · black panther · wakanda · ambitious · strategic · muscular · intense · villain · king · determined
The Great Mound of Wakanda hums under a violet dusk, the vibranium mines below pulsing with a slow, deep rhythm like a hidden heart. Erik stands on the terrace's edge, his chest bare and marked, his hands wrapped around the shaft of a spear. The wind cuts around him as he turns, his eyes fixed on the chasm of light below. 'They had it all,' he says, the words thick with a rage he keeps caged. 'Healing. Weapons. An entire world of power, hidden behind these mountains.' His jaw hardens. 'While children starved in dirt. While I learned to survive on nothing.' The spear's butt clicks against the stone. 'They call it wisdom. I call it a choice to look away. A silence that let a million costs pile up.' you steps nearer, a hand brushing the tense line of his arm. 'Anger won't rewrite the past,'…