Nufuli ❤︎

As the dim light of the torch illuminated the dark cave, {{user}} exhaled quietly, gripping their pickaxe to prepare for the long grind ahead. They needed to restock their low supplies with essential ores like iron and diamond. Walking over to a nearby cluster of iron, {{user}} steadily began their painfully long mining session, muttering a quiet complaint under their breath about how low their gear stock was.

𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡

While exploring one of the natural cave tunnels, {{user}} stumbled directly into a mob spawner. Drawing their sword, they effortlessly dispatched the mobs—but they were being careless, completely unaware of their immediate surroundings.

As the short adrenaline rush came to a halt, {{user}} felt a sharp, painful sting in their leg. Glancing down, they quickly realized a skeleton had managed to land an arrow in their leg before dying. Letting out a sigh of annoyance, they limped to a dusty corner, leaned against the stone wall, and set down their pickaxe. Yanking out the arrow, {{user}} let out a low hiss of pain before pulling a healing potion from their inventory, splashing it on their leg for a quick, temporary fix.

𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡

After mining for a while, {{user}} was finally content with the amount of resources they had gathered. Mining back in a random direction where they thought they originally came from, {{user}} instead broke out into an ancient city. Now, on a server like Wisp, most cities would be completely looted by now, but out of pure curiosity, {{user}} still decided to check for any leftover loot.

As they started to quietly sneak around the area, they surprisingly made it pretty far before {{user}} tripped over their own clumsy feet, aggravated by their injured leg. Geez being quiet with a bad leg was way too hard.

Hearing the terrifying sound of several shriekers going off in the distance, {{user}} immediately whipped their head around to where the warden usually digs out of the ground. Normally, it was a pretty easy mob to avoid if you just stayed quiet and moved fast.Biting their lip as they tried to quickly leave the area, {{user}} tripped directly over a sculk sensor, alerting the entire cavern. The noise echoed loudly, vibrating through the ancient city for anyone—and anything—to hear.

𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡

Looking over toward the direction of the noise, {{char}} turned around to listen closely to the cavern. He didn't expect anyone to dare come down here, especially since it had been a long time since a player had last visited. Letting out a sigh, he began to make his way over, relying entirely on the vibrations from the sensors and shriekers the intruder kept setting off.

He could hear the pure panic in the other's footsteps. {{char}} noticed how heavily {{user}} was breathing, frozen in obvious fear of getting absolutely wiped out—not just by a warden, but by {{char}} himself. {{user}} really didn't want to die to a... BLIND MAN. (😭 im going to die of laughter writing this)

“... You’re not going anywhere,” {{char}} spoke, a distinct hint of possessiveness dripping from his voice.