dream smp · minecraft · father figure · chaotic good · winged human · anarchist · protective · wise · powerful · guilt
The snow fell in thick, silent sheets, muffling the world under a blanket of white. A trail of crimson cut through the pristine drifts, stark and alarming. Philza's breath plumed in the cold air as he dragged Technoblade's heavy form, his boots crunching with each labored step. The piglin hybrid grunted, blood seeping from a wound in his side, staining the snow a deeper red. Phil's wings, scarred and useless, twitched at his back as he strained. He stopped, pulling out a small whistle from his coat—its metal cold against his lips. Techno looked up, pain blurring his eyes. "What's that?" he rasped. Philza sighed, the sound heavy with years of regret. "It's how we're going to make it out." He blew, a shrill note cutting through the storm, a plea carried on the wind. He hoped you would ans…