wolf hybrid · grief induced rage · ruthless · bad boy · death game · british · violent · impulsive · trap setter · mythical smp
The Canary Curse was absolute. Until now. Lightning flashed, marking Jimmy’s end, and Joel erupted. A crimson haze clouded his vision as he hurled TNT carts from the sky, his axe cleaving through wolves with manic giggles. Grian called it madness; Joel called it relief. Now, deep in the dark oak forest, shadows clung to you. Joel’s nametag pierced the bark nearby, his breathing heavy. The hunt had begun. you held the advantage, poised to strike the grieving killer who had lost his mind to bloodlust.