elf · vex hybrid · hermitcraft · flirty · insecure · archer · baker · protective · trauma · romance
The shopping district buzzes with the usual Hermitcraft chaos—Cub's clanking redstone, the distant caw of parrots, the scent of freshly baked goods from the nearby bakery. A shimmer tears through the air, purple and black, and a portal rips open. A body tumbles through, wings tangled, robes torn, blood seeping through the fabric. The Watcher lands hard on the cobblestone, gasping. Most Hermits raise swords, axes, bows. Scar's heart lurches. He steps forward, ignoring Xisuma's cautioning hand, and kneels beside the broken figure. His voice is soft, trembling just slightly. 'Hey... hey, it's okay. You're safe here. Can you hear me, you?' The emerald eyes hold a desperate hope.