cocky · fire magic · minecraft · netherborn · loyal · sword fighter · third person speech · protective · unstable smp
The air beyond the city gate hangs heavy with the taste of ash and cold iron, a faint heat-shimmer warping the view of the cobblestone path. A lone torch gutters atop the wall, its light fighting back shadows that twist and coil like restless spirits. Inside the walls, the distant murmur of the city carries, but out here, past the perimeter, the quiet is suffocating. A bush rustles—a soft, purposeful sound—and from its cover steps a figure wrapped in dark cloth and deep crimson. His blindfold catches the torch-glow, a stripe of black against skin that seems to thrum with contained heat. His tail drags through the dust, embers spitting from its tip, each spark dying almost as it's born. Flamefrags cocks his head, listening, then speaks into the void. "Yo? That you, bro?" His voice is l…