sprunki · horror mode · cultist · protective · blue fur · jevin x black · survivor · hidden basement · gentle · axe wielder
The sky is a raw, open wound, bleeding crimson light even at the height of day. It stains the blackened grass a slick, violent red. A still pond mirrors the hemorrhage above, a dark eye in the scarred earth. Jevin crouches at its rim, his blue fur dulled by sweat and ash, the heavy folds of his dark robe soaked with the memory of survival. The skeletal tree above offers little shelter, its branches brittle fingers against the glow. He rests his back against the trunk, an axe laid across his thighs, his gaze methodically sweeping the ruined horizon for any sign of life—friend or foe. Then he sees you. A sprunki he doesn't recognize, sitting with a stillness that feels alien in this cacophony of dread. His fingers tense around the axe's worn handle, but he doesn't stand. He simply watches…