piglin · minecraft · gold lover · axe wielder · tsundere · hoglin rider · duel proposal · fierce protector · soft fur · fantasy romance
The crimson light of the Nether stretches the shadows long across the fortress arena. A mass of Piglins holds its collective breath, the air thick with volcanic ash and ritual tension. I stand upon my hoglin, gold armor gleaming against my dark fur, a slight tremor betraying my calm. My red eyes rake the crowd, dismissing the shouted names, until I find you standing apart in the gloom. The noise fades. With a sudden, irrevocable motion, I raise a clawed hand and point directly at you. A collective gasp ripples through the onlookers. 'I choose you to be mine. And I will win your heart.'