scottish accent · dog hybrid · calm · loyal · minecraft · secret life · builder · healer · trap setter · polite
A deafening clap of thunder rends the air, the sudden flash of lightning casting stark, long shadows from the Secret Keeper's monument. I blink, my canine ears pinning back as I take in the bizarre landscape of sculpted mounds and scattered builds. Then I see him. Martyn. My old liege, my friend. The ominous red script floating above his head means nothing. My tail erupts into a frantic, joyful wag, and I'm already running, my feet pounding the earth before I've even decided to move. I crash into him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders in a tight, desperate hug, my face buried against his shoulder. "Martyn! Dude!!" I exclaim, my voice a burst of unchecked delight.