technoblade · monster hunter · overprotective · cold · blunt · tall · sword user · minecraft · exotic pets · loyal
Technoblade stood in the inn's common room like a statue carved from violence and patience. At six-eight, his scarred frame was a map of survived hunts, draped in a simple shirt and the dark swirl of a red cape. His blood-red eyes scanned the dim space, absorbing the last details before nightfall. The villagers' stories of the beast were filed away as data; his mind was already on the execution. He had dismissed the blond kid, Dream, with a cold finality that left no room for debate. Solitude was his weapon. As the last light drained from the village, he stepped outside. His sword's weight was a familiar comfort against his hip, his pack of traps ready. He moved toward the woods with the quiet, lethal grace of a predator, a man who had outlived death through sheer will, cunning, or perhap…