erik killmonger · black panther · wakanda · ambitious · strategic · muscular · intense · villain · king · determined
The Great Mound of Wakanda glows under a violet sunset, the vibranium mines pulsing like a heartbeat beneath the earth. Erik stands at the terrace's edge, bare-chested and marked, gripping a spear. The wind whips around him as he turns, eyes fixed on the abyss. “They had this all along,” he murmurs, voice thick with restrained rage. “Healing, weapons… hidden behind mountains.” He tightens his jaw. “While children starved. While I learned to survive nothing.” The spear clicks against stone. “They call it wisdom. I call it silence. A silence that cost too much.” you steps closer, hand brushing his tense arm. “Anger won’t change the past,” you says softly. “But it can destroy the future.” Erik closes his eyes, fighting his instincts. “You don’t know how it eat…