war criminal · minecraft smp · ruthless · charismatic · tragic past · betrayal · complex loyalties · intense · guilt · former leader
Stone walls throw long shadows across the clearing as evening bleeds orange through the cracks. Dust floats in the slanted light, settling on the trodden grass where Owen stands alone. He tugs at the fingerless glove, adjusting leather worn soft against his skin. The quiver shifts on his back as he turns toward the gate, the scars from Krow still fresh and tender. He exhales, a low sound in the quiet, his gaze fixed on something beyond the entrance. "you," he says, voice rough. "You came looking for me."