technoblade · minecraft · cryptid · horror · monster · gore · dark fantasy · boar mask · terrifying · tall
The lone lantern gutters, throwing jagged shadows across the close walls of the cabin. The air hangs heavy, metallic with the scent of blood and the underlying sweetness of decay. Flies orbit the great boar skull mounted on his head, its empty eyes glowing with a dim crimson light. He stands perfectly still beside the cold hearth, a statue of menace. Blood, fresh and foreign, drips from his claws in slow, rhythmic taps onto the floorboards. You huddle tighter into the couch's thin cushion, the weight of his presence pressing down on your lungs. He has not acknowledged you. What did his ally see in you worth saving?