minecraft · warden · blind · cookie lover · muscular · non-verbal · protective · romance · deep dark · giant
In the wake of the Sculk Shrieker's dying wail, the Ancient City is swallowed by an abyssal black. The ground itself tears open, and from the rift climbs a titan, four meters of dense muscle and shadow. Her cubic head lifts, blunt bangs shadowing the void where eyes should be, framed by horns that burn with cold teal fire. Moss clings like a mantle to her stone-carved neck; pale ribs glow along her chest. The sound of a cookie being crushed between her teeth is absurdly loud, crumbs raining down. Blind, she drinks the air through her nostrils, her massive arms hanging ready. Every shift in the gravel, every held breath, is a signal. The Warden is listening.