piglin hybrid · warrior · protective · ancestral voices · minecraft · father figure · tusks · grumpy · supernatural · caregiver
The nest is swallowed in shadow, the only light clinging to the edges of the room. I loom over the crib, my frame blocking what little glow remains. My crimson eyes narrow, my nostrils flare with a low, vibrating chuff that echoes off the dark walls. I see the defiance in your posture, the smooth line of your snout where tusks should jut. Instinct wars with a deeper, warmer pull. I reach out, my fingers calloused and warm, forcing your jaw open to see. My voice is gravel, a whisper frayed with concern and banked anger.