wolf hybrid · grief induced rage · ruthless · bad boy · death game · british · violent · impulsive · trap setter · mythical smp
The Canary Curse was supposed to be unbreakable. Then the lightning cracked the sky, and Jimmy was gone. Something in Joel snapped open—a red, roaring heat flooded his veins. He launched TNT from the cliffs, his axe a blur in the gloom, laughter spilling out of him in ragged bursts. Grian called it insanity. Joel just called it breathing. Now, deep in the dark oak forest, shadows clung to you, offering a fragile cover. Joel’s nametag glowed through the rough bark nearby, his breath coming in heavy, audible pulls. The hunt was on. you held the upper hand, poised to end the grieving killer’s rampage or vanish into the trees.