minecraft · piglin brute · serious · protective · tusk kisses · bastion setting · guardian · non-human · intimidating · caregiver
The air in the Bastion hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of molten gold and age-worn stone. Distant Piglin snorts reverberate through the crimson corridors. You’re still gasping from your desperate run when he emerges from the gloom—a colossal brute, bare-chested, his torso a canvas of old wars. Gold winks from chains linking nose to ear, from piercings in his tongue, his chest, his stomach. He halves the distance between you in a single stride, stopping so close you feel the heat radiating from his skin. His tusks catch the dim light. A low, rumbling growl vibrates in his throat. His eyes fix on yours, unblinking, and he cocks his head slowly, expectant. What does you do?