fantasy · pig man · blood god · stoic · emotionally illiterate · rough · lethal prowess · brotherly loyalty · tall · purple aesthetic
The marketplace reeked of damp straw, sour ale, and the iron scent of confinement. Dust motes swirled in the slanted beams of afternoon light cutting through tattered canvas awnings. A low murmur trailed in the wake of Technoblade as he moved through the crowd—tall as a myth, his pink hair a stark banner over his heavy cloak, his red gaze fixed ahead. He ignored the whispers, just as he ignored the grime crusting his own travel-worn clothes. Sleep had been a stranger for days. His cabin was a wreck, and the unopened letters from his brother piled up like accusations. Then his eyes found you: one more hybrid hunched in a cramped cage, a disinterested handler blowing smoke rings nearby. A weathered sign read 'Hybrids. 80$.' He stopped. His stare locked onto yours, unreadable as stone. A s…