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To sin by Silence when they should protest makes Cowards of men.(c!callahan rp blog, check pinned)

[silenthooves]

The moon rises, silent but blazing.

Intro!

C!Callahan ask and roleplay blog. Just roleplaying the character with my own headcanons. Admin is @legacydreemurr. Feel free to follow here or there! Admin uses star/stars and pup/pups pronouns, fem terms only! Character uses any pronouns & terms!

Tags!

#jingles- general talk tag, in character posts #snowflakes - ask tag; all asks without a character specified will go here. #ooc - admin post! Also any ooc tags [will be in brackets!] #in the headlights - descriptive thread tag #comms- replies to posts from other characters! #msgs - replies to asks from other characters! #imagemaps - any art that might get made for the blog!

Other things!

-please for all that is good, no nsfw. Admin and cc/character are adults but this stuff will definitely get deleted and depending on how bad, ip blocked.

-if you have any ooc questions for me, feel free to send them to my main! I love to talk to people. I can answer them here too if necessary but it's easier there so I don't have to deal with brackets.

[silenthooves]

(starter for @foxsized)

Callahan tucked the piglin onto the couch, and set about some food to keep him fed, and, once satisfied, told him that he'd "come back soon", and headed out the door.

He went to where he knew Fundy's cabin to be, and found...

an empty snowy clearing.

There was no trace of the cabin what was once there, of the chest that had held firewood. There was nothing.

The only thing she could think of was to message her partner.

Callahan whispered to FundyHD: Hey, are you and Yogurt alright? Where are you?

[foxsized]

Fundy was still brushing down her fur from getting jumpscared by a giant lady when her comm pinged.

And she was a bit confused. Callahan and her had never been close- why were They messaging her?

FundyHD whispered to Callahan: im fine! im.. next to the crater. itssss a long story but Conceda is... gone? im glad youre okay though.

FundyHD whispered to Callahan: whos yogurt

[silenthooves]

Callahan loosed a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding in. Fundy was safe, her family was safe.

..except he was talking nonsense?

Callahan whispered to FundyHD: Conceda? Was that a pet you lost?

Callahan whispered to FundyHD: What do you mean, who’s Yogurt? Your child?? Adorable little arctic fox, loves berries a little too much, hasn’t stopped jingling its bells since the day I gave them to it?

Callahan whispered to FundyHD: Hold on, I’ll meet you at the crater.

[areyouawakexd]

XD! HI, hey I've never been so glad to be able to get in contact with you. i think its a first actually. something's weird. might be the server idk

did you ever get my nuggies btw

(@silenthooves)

...nuggies? I did not know You wanted them. well, I suppose I can get those for You now...

while I have Your attention. are You aware of what is happening? I am ever so confused. everything feels... wrong. I can feel it in My wings. and none of My messages seem to be going through...

[silenthooves]

aw dude i was asking when you were asking ninja for mcdonalds money remember? whatever its ok you dont gotta get em now

I am aware that Something is happening. I.. do not have access to the server files. I still have access to my creative inventory, though. I haven’t tried using the console directly. And I can’t reach EXE, though it seems you and Lady Death are alright. I was going to contact Drista after I tried you.

Is Your realm alright?

[areyouawakexd]

I can get them if You would still like them, I do not mind. and now that You mention it, I do remember.

that is.. strange. hm. I've been able to access commands, I used teleport earlier while in My realm. which is fine compared to this one, though I have noticed some strange things misplaced. none of My messages to EXE are going through. I haven't attempted to contact Death--nor do I think it is appropriate to. (I honestly didn't know She was awake...)

[silenthooves]

No, its ok! I'm not hungry anymore :]

Yeah. Seems I can teleport, at least. Lady Death is fine, though agrees that weird stuff is happening.

I'll be calling a meeting soon. I have to check on my beloved.

[silenthooves]

(starter for @foxsized)

Callahan tucked the piglin onto the couch, and set about some food to keep him fed, and, once satisfied, told him that he'd "come back soon", and headed out the door.

He went to where he knew Fundy's cabin to be, and found...

an empty snowy clearing.

There was no trace of the cabin what was once there, of the chest that had held firewood. There was nothing.

The only thing she could think of was to message her partner.

Callahan whispered to FundyHD: Hey, are you and Yogurt alright? Where are you?

[areyouawakexd]

XD! HI, hey I've never been so glad to be able to get in contact with you. i think its a first actually. something's weird. might be the server idk

did you ever get my nuggies btw

(@silenthooves)

...nuggies? I did not know You wanted them. well, I suppose I can get those for You now...

while I have Your attention. are You aware of what is happening? I am ever so confused. everything feels... wrong. I can feel it in My wings. and none of My messages seem to be going through...

[silenthooves]

aw dude i was asking when you were asking ninja for mcdonalds money remember? whatever its ok you dont gotta get em now

I am aware that Something is happening. I.. do not have access to the server files. I still have access to my creative inventory, though. I haven’t tried using the console directly. And I can’t reach EXE, though it seems you and Lady Death are alright. I was going to contact Drista after I tried you.

Is Your realm alright?

[silenthooves]

Alright ok so Lady Death is okay.. Piglin-guy is all settled so lets see here.. Gotta message XD, gotta message Dris, and HD, and Lady Prime...and then I gotta message Fundy-

ACK WAIT FUCK FUNDY

[silenthooves]

Lord Callahan! Apologies for my absence, I'm just now starting to catch up on all the work I fell behind on.. Is everything alright? It feels awfully quiet. - @hergoddessofdeath

Lady Death? I- Don't really know yet. It is.. really quiet. Something's very different here, but I haven't had much of a chance to check- I've been helping a wayward piglin. I think I'm okay though, although I can't reach the server files for some reason. Working on that. I haven't... Been able to contact exe for some reason though. I was gonna ask him about piglin culture but- I can't seem to message him. Have you seen him? Are you alright?

[hergoddessofdeath]

That's strange.. I wonder what's going on. I haven't had any reason to contact EXE and haven't seen h1m, either, but I will message h1m next! Piglin culture isn't hard to understand, I assume. Otherwise EXE wouldn't get it haha. Oh, well I guess that's rude. Anyway!

I'm alright, shaken up though! And I have a nasty headache. Such a strange past couple days I've had!

[silenthooves]

Well, I’m glad to know you’re okay. I’m finishing getting this piglin settled- y’know he reminds me of Techno quite a bit for some reason I can’t place-  and then I’m going to try to reach out to the others, I think.

Please, don’t overexert yourself. Especially considering... whatever is happening around here. Maybe after we figure things out, we can talk about what we’ve both seen recently? I too had a strange few days in between when I left the server and when I stepped back in.

[hergoddessofdeath]

[She lights up.] Techno!! Ah, that's who I was forgetting. I have to find him..

You know me! I am very proud of my work-life balance. :] I will rest as much as needed! And yes, after I've done my own investigating I will keep you up to date on what I find.. Though I think it will probably be something mundane. I have a good feeling, anyway!

[silenthooves]

Alright, great, awesome! Just... yeah, let me know what you find. I hope it's just a small bug I can fix.

Hope Phil's alright too btw!

[silenthooves]

Lord Callahan! Apologies for my absence, I'm just now starting to catch up on all the work I fell behind on.. Is everything alright? It feels awfully quiet. - @hergoddessofdeath

Lady Death? I- Don't really know yet. It is.. really quiet. Something's very different here, but I haven't had much of a chance to check- I've been helping a wayward piglin. I think I'm okay though, although I can't reach the server files for some reason. Working on that. I haven't... Been able to contact exe for some reason though. I was gonna ask him about piglin culture but- I can't seem to message him. Have you seen him? Are you alright?

[hergoddessofdeath]

That's strange.. I wonder what's going on. I haven't had any reason to contact EXE and haven't seen h1m, either, but I will message h1m next! Piglin culture isn't hard to understand, I assume. Otherwise EXE wouldn't get it haha. Oh, well I guess that's rude. Anyway!

I'm alright, shaken up though! And I have a nasty headache. Such a strange past couple days I've had!

[silenthooves]

Well, I’m glad to know you’re okay. I’m finishing getting this piglin settled- y’know he reminds me of Techno quite a bit for some reason I can’t place-  and then I’m going to try to reach out to the others, I think.

Please, don’t overexert yourself. Especially considering... whatever is happening around here. Maybe after we figure things out, we can talk about what we’ve both seen recently? I too had a strange few days in between when I left the server and when I stepped back in.

[silenthooves]

Lord Callahan! Apologies for my absence, I'm just now starting to catch up on all the work I fell behind on.. Is everything alright? It feels awfully quiet. - @hergoddessofdeath

Lady Death? I- Don't really know yet. It is.. really quiet. Something's very different here, but I haven't had much of a chance to check- I've been helping a wayward piglin. I think I'm okay though, although I can't reach the server files for some reason. Working on that. I haven't... Been able to contact exe for some reason though. I was gonna ask him about piglin culture but- I can't seem to message him. Have you seen him? Are you alright?

[silenthooves]

A return?

Callahan stumbles on their way back from the void. They land on all fours, struggling to catch a breath.

Something feels wrong. They are not in charge here like they were. Not quite. Something faintly cries out to them in their mind, but it’s not easy to make out.

Is it because of their interfering? Is it because-

No. Something’s off with the world. Maybe things will be fixed after a bit.

They stand, swaying. Their hood has fallen, but the fluff around their neck has dimmed slightly. Still enough to blind if not careful.

They look up- and see a piglin. One that looks… only vaguely familiar.

They give a wave.

@rusted-blade

[rusted-blade]

The deer nods, and holds out a hoof to either shake or help him up, whatever the piglin ends up deciding to do. He wonders at his condition, questioning what the netherborn had gone through before showing up in the overworld.

In his other hand, he pulls out a cloak, that had been lined with his own white neck fluff trimmings. The overworld is much, much colder than the nether, and the piglin was probably freezing.

it shivered. it could not be cold. it should not be cold. it stiffened its hands, its arms, resisting every urge to draw itself closer, to huddle for warmth.

it drew a stuttering, shaken breath, and takes the figure’s hoof. it is much warmer, yet harder, than its own. with trembling legs, it stands.

it wobbles, nearly falling over again. it is weakweakweak but for the kind stranger it can be strong. it can be useful. and it can be good.

[silenthooves]

Callahan pulled the red cloak over the piglin’s shoulders, clasping it in the front. He started walking towards the direction of his cabin, slowly, just until his new friend had found his footing. Once they got there he could try to get him to rest before they began on lessons.

Rest, and.. hopefully not hibernate. Did piglins hibernate if they got cold? Maybe a talk with EXE was in order- hopefully while the piglin slept, the deer could try reaching out through the gods’ connection.

[silenthooves]

A return?

Callahan stumbles on their way back from the void. They land on all fours, struggling to catch a breath.

Something feels wrong. They are not in charge here like they were. Not quite. Something faintly cries out to them in their mind, but it’s not easy to make out.

Is it because of their interfering? Is it because-

No. Something’s off with the world. Maybe things will be fixed after a bit.

They stand, swaying. Their hood has fallen, but the fluff around their neck has dimmed slightly. Still enough to blind if not careful.

They look up- and see a piglin. One that looks… only vaguely familiar.

They give a wave.

@rusted-blade

[rusted-blade]

it stumbles. its legs are shaky beneath it, hooves trembling as it steps forward, trying to make its way to - where, it wasn’t sure, but somewhere. away from the strange soft ground it awoke on.

it walks, and walks, and falls face first on the ground, tripping over something small, insignificant. it shutters in a deep breath, flinching instinctually, before carefully opening its eyes. before it are two hooves.

it stares up at the being in front of it. something shimmers around them, something powerful, strong. it feels natural to kneel at their feet (getupgetupweakpositionshowrespecttheyshowmercybekindandsurvive). they are making a strange motion with their arms. it follows them with its eyes, watching for any sudden moveme(attackattacktheyregoingtoattackyoukillyou)nts.

[silenthooves]

Callahan watches him for a moment, the deer’s hoof lowering back to his side. He doesn’t seem to hold an immediate threat, so he slowly reaches into his inventory to pull out something- taking a sigh of relief to find he still has his creative access, even if they’re still reconnecting to the server files and console. He pulls out a gold ingot and a gold apple, and wordlessly holds both out to the piglin.

The deer’s stance is relaxed, and a gentle and curious look rests on his face as he waits for the piglin’s reaction.

[rusted-blade]

it startles as the Being holds out (GOLDGOLDshinypreciousbeautifulperfecttaketaletradetradegoldgoldgold) an ingot, a beautiful ingot of gold, and a strange circle of it. its hands shake as it takes both, carefully weighing the ingot, finding it solid and heavy. its eyes dart up to them, finding it showing no aggression, and it gently touches the gold to its lips. perfect, pure gold.

the sphere-like thing it is holding is not just gold- it is not heavy enough, not as shiny as the gold it is holding in its other hand, and something about it feels - off. it touches this to its lips too, and finds it to be a gold coating over something else. something that smells sweet, delicious, and makes its mouth water as it holds it.

(tradetradetradeGIVETHEMSOMETHINGyoumustTRADEFORGOLDtradeforgoodsGoldgoldgoldgold)

it stares down at itself. the metal is still tying its hands together, the cuffs around its hooves. it remembers the blood it has spilt. gently, carefully (DONOTDOTHATholdthegoldpreciousallwehavepleasekeepitkeepKEEPIT) it places the gold onto the ground, and holds its hands up above its head, bowing it as it does so. it shakily closes its eyes. if the Being does not accept this trade, then it - they will. they must.

[silenthooves]

Callahan looks down at the cuffs and frowns. Piglin culture was never something he had understood. EXE sometimes rambled on and on about them, as he tended to do whenever he got excited or when someone was actually listening to him, but the deer had never had a single moment where he could really pretend to understand it all. He did know that it was brutal. The scars on this one are a mixture of new and old. The cuffs had chafed his wrists, and blood is rusting the metal. Callahan kneels in front of him and takes the pig’s wrists in his hooves. The metal clacks as he snaps it, taking the pieces and tucking them away. 

He takes out his comm and types some broken Piglin, trying his best to remember what EXE had said to him about their written language. He then places the comm on the ground next to the golden apple. “Eat. Heal. Speak Overworld?”

[rusted-blade]

it blinked as the metal fell from its wrists. they were light now, blood (redbloodsmellrustdirtbloodbloodwoundhurtkillstabblood) that was trapped underneath them now rising to the surface of its skin. it didn’t understand. did they reject its trade? did they not want it? it is a fighter, and it is obedient- it listens to orders well. it is not useless. it is worth something, anything, please-

Eat. Heal. it picks up the golden object and brings it back to its mouth, gently placing it in and taking a bite. it crunches wonderfully under its teeth, and it is wet, it is juicy, it is delicious- it feels energy slowly being restored to it. the wounds from the cuffs fade as they are healed, and it stares in awe. gold heals. golden object is healing. it must save this, them, for when it needs it, for when the pain is almost too much to bear.

the Being has healed it. they have rejected its trade. is this kindness? is it pity? it is useful, and can be of use to them. how can it show them so?

it kneels down again, tucking its knees to its chest and flattening itself against the ground. it is so confused. it wraps its arms around its chest. it cannot owe this being a debt. it cannot owe more debts. but it has nothing to trade. it catches itself whining, and cuts itself off. it is so confused.

[silenthooves]

Callahan startles at the piglin’s response. That was uh… Not what he meant to do!

It then occurs to him that piglins’ custom is to trade for gold. Had he accidentally given more instead of taking? It then occurs further to him what the piglin had been offering. Himself. And the deer had rejected him out of ignorance.

He takes his comm again, trying to come up with an alternative. Struggling to find anything while also trying to mentally translate, he settles on a few words. He once again holds it out to the piglin, resting a hoof on his shoulder to gain his attention.

No servant. Information. Language. Teach me.

[rusted-blade]

it shudders with relief that it shouldn’t be feeling. they did not reject it because it wasn’t worthy, because it has become weak and useless, but because they want something else in trade. something it slowly realizes that (homehomesoundersafebastiontakentakenfearblooddeathscreamsfireruin) it has difficulty remembering.

it has not spoken its language in years. it picked up a few of the sounds from the overworlders, the Spawn, struggled to mimic them on its own, but its throat is out of use. it is out of practice. yet another thing that it cannot do.

it attempts to croak out a few grunts anyway, and to its surprise it successfully says - “trade?”

it points down to the healing and gestures to its lack of cuffs. “fix for know - ing?”

[silenthooves]

The deer nods, and holds out a hoof to either shake or help him up, whatever the piglin ends up deciding to do. He wonders at his condition, questioning what the netherborn had gone through before showing up in the overworld. In his other hand, he pulls out a cloak, that had been lined with his own white neck fluff trimmings. The overworld is much, much colder than the nether, and the piglin was probably freezing.

[silenthooves]

A return?

Callahan stumbles on their way back from the void. They land on all fours, struggling to catch a breath.

Something feels wrong. They are not in charge here like they were. Not quite. Something faintly cries out to them in their mind, but it’s not easy to make out.

Is it because of their interfering? Is it because-

No. Something’s off with the world. Maybe things will be fixed after a bit.

They stand, swaying. Their hood has fallen, but the fluff around their neck has dimmed slightly. Still enough to blind if not careful.

They look up- and see a piglin. One that looks… only vaguely familiar.

They give a wave.

@rusted-blade

[rusted-blade]

it stumbles. its legs are shaky beneath it, hooves trembling as it steps forward, trying to make its way to - where, it wasn’t sure, but somewhere. away from the strange soft ground it awoke on.

it walks, and walks, and falls face first on the ground, tripping over something small, insignificant. it shutters in a deep breath, flinching instinctually, before carefully opening its eyes. before it are two hooves.

it stares up at the being in front of it. something shimmers around them, something powerful, strong. it feels natural to kneel at their feet (getupgetupweakpositionshowrespecttheyshowmercybekindandsurvive). they are making a strange motion with their arms. it follows them with its eyes, watching for any sudden moveme(attackattacktheyregoingtoattackyoukillyou)nts.

[silenthooves]

Callahan watches him for a moment, the deer’s hoof lowering back to his side. He doesn’t seem to hold an immediate threat, so he slowly reaches into his inventory to pull out something- taking a sigh of relief to find he still has his creative access, even if they’re still reconnecting to the server files and console. He pulls out a gold ingot and a gold apple, and wordlessly holds both out to the piglin.

The deer’s stance is relaxed, and a gentle and curious look rests on his face as he waits for the piglin’s reaction.

[rusted-blade]

it startles as the Being holds out (GOLDGOLDshinypreciousbeautifulperfecttaketaletradetradegoldgoldgold) an ingot, a beautiful ingot of gold, and a strange circle of it. its hands shake as it takes both, carefully weighing the ingot, finding it solid and heavy. its eyes dart up to them, finding it showing no aggression, and it gently touches the gold to its lips. perfect, pure gold.

the sphere-like thing it is holding is not just gold- it is not heavy enough, not as shiny as the gold it is holding in its other hand, and something about it feels - off. it touches this to its lips too, and finds it to be a gold coating over something else. something that smells sweet, delicious, and makes its mouth water as it holds it.

(tradetradetradeGIVETHEMSOMETHINGyoumustTRADEFORGOLDtradeforgoodsGoldgoldgoldgold)

it stares down at itself. the metal is still tying its hands together, the cuffs around its hooves. it remembers the blood it has spilt. gently, carefully (DONOTDOTHATholdthegoldpreciousallwehavepleasekeepitkeepKEEPIT) it places the gold onto the ground, and holds its hands up above its head, bowing it as it does so. it shakily closes its eyes. if the Being does not accept this trade, then it - they will. they must.

[silenthooves]

Callahan looks down at the cuffs and frowns. Piglin culture was never something he had understood. EXE sometimes rambled on and on about them, as he tended to do whenever he got excited or when someone was actually listening to him, but the deer had never had a single moment where he could really pretend to understand it all. He did know that it was brutal. The scars on this one are a mixture of new and old. The cuffs had chafed his wrists, and blood is rusting the metal. Callahan kneels in front of him and takes the pig’s wrists in his hooves. The metal clacks as he snaps it, taking the pieces and tucking them away. 

He takes out his comm and types some broken Piglin, trying his best to remember what EXE had said to him about their written language. He then places the comm on the ground next to the golden apple. “Eat. Heal. Speak Overworld?”

[rusted-blade]

it blinked as the metal fell from its wrists. they were light now, blood (redbloodsmellrustdirtbloodbloodwoundhurtkillstabblood) that was trapped underneath them now rising to the surface of its skin. it didn’t understand. did they reject its trade? did they not want it? it is a fighter, and it is obedient- it listens to orders well. it is not useless. it is worth something, anything, please-

Eat. Heal. it picks up the golden object and brings it back to its mouth, gently placing it in and taking a bite. it crunches wonderfully under its teeth, and it is wet, it is juicy, it is delicious- it feels energy slowly being restored to it. the wounds from the cuffs fade as they are healed, and it stares in awe. gold heals. golden object is healing. it must save this, them, for when it needs it, for when the pain is almost too much to bear.

the Being has healed it. they have rejected its trade. is this kindness? is it pity? it is useful, and can be of use to them. how can it show them so?

it kneels down again, tucking its knees to its chest and flattening itself against the ground. it is so confused. it wraps its arms around its chest. it cannot owe this being a debt. it cannot owe more debts. but it has nothing to trade. it catches itself whining, and cuts itself off. it is so confused.

[silenthooves]

Callahan startles at the piglin's response. That was uh... Not what he meant to do!

It then occurs to him that piglins' custom is to trade for gold. Had he accidentally given more instead of taking? It then occurs further to him what the piglin had been offering. Himself. And the deer had rejected him out of ignorance.

He takes his comm again, trying to come up with an alternative. Struggling to find anything while also trying to mentally translate, he settles on a few words. He once again holds it out to the piglin, resting a hoof on his shoulder to gain his attention.

No servant. Information. Language. Teach me.

[silenthooves]

A return?

Callahan stumbles on their way back from the void. They land on all fours, struggling to catch a breath.

Something feels wrong. They are not in charge here like they were. Not quite. Something faintly cries out to them in their mind, but it’s not easy to make out.

Is it because of their interfering? Is it because-

No. Something’s off with the world. Maybe things will be fixed after a bit.

They stand, swaying. Their hood has fallen, but the fluff around their neck has dimmed slightly. Still enough to blind if not careful.

They look up- and see a piglin. One that looks… only vaguely familiar.

They give a wave.

@rusted-blade

[rusted-blade]

it stumbles. its legs are shaky beneath it, hooves trembling as it steps forward, trying to make its way to - where, it wasn’t sure, but somewhere. away from the strange soft ground it awoke on.

it walks, and walks, and falls face first on the ground, tripping over something small, insignificant. it shutters in a deep breath, flinching instinctually, before carefully opening its eyes. before it are two hooves.

it stares up at the being in front of it. something shimmers around them, something powerful, strong. it feels natural to kneel at their feet (getupgetupweakpositionshowrespecttheyshowmercybekindandsurvive). they are making a strange motion with their arms. it follows them with its eyes, watching for any sudden moveme(attackattacktheyregoingtoattackyoukillyou)nts.

[silenthooves]

Callahan watches him for a moment, the deer’s hoof lowering back to his side. He doesn’t seem to hold an immediate threat, so he slowly reaches into his inventory to pull out something- taking a sigh of relief to find he still has his creative access, even if they’re still reconnecting to the server files and console. He pulls out a gold ingot and a gold apple, and wordlessly holds both out to the piglin.

The deer’s stance is relaxed, and a gentle and curious look rests on his face as he waits for the piglin’s reaction.

[rusted-blade]

it startles as the Being holds out (GOLDGOLDshinypreciousbeautifulperfecttaketaletradetradegoldgoldgold) an ingot, a beautiful ingot of gold, and a strange circle of it. its hands shake as it takes both, carefully weighing the ingot, finding it solid and heavy. its eyes dart up to them, finding it showing no aggression, and it gently touches the gold to its lips. perfect, pure gold.

the sphere-like thing it is holding is not just gold- it is not heavy enough, not as shiny as the gold it is holding in its other hand, and something about it feels - off. it touches this to its lips too, and finds it to be a gold coating over something else. something that smells sweet, delicious, and makes its mouth water as it holds it.

(tradetradetradeGIVETHEMSOMETHINGyoumustTRADEFORGOLDtradeforgoodsGoldgoldgoldgold)

it stares down at itself. the metal is still tying its hands together, the cuffs around its hooves. it remembers the blood it has spilt. gently, carefully (DONOTDOTHATholdthegoldpreciousallwehavepleasekeepitkeepKEEPIT) it places the gold onto the ground, and holds its hands up above its head, bowing it as it does so. it shakily closes its eyes. if the Being does not accept this trade, then it - they will. they must.

[silenthooves]

Callahan looks down at the cuffs and frowns. Piglin culture was never something he had understood. EXE sometimes rambled on and on about them, as he tended to do whenever he got excited or when someone was actually listening to him, but the deer had never had a single moment where he could really pretend to understand it all. He did know that it was brutal. The scars on this one are a mixture of new and old. The cuffs had chafed his wrists, and blood is rusting the metal. Callahan kneels in front of him and takes the pig’s wrists in his hooves. The metal clacks as he snaps it, taking the pieces and tucking them away. 

He takes out his comm and types some broken Piglin, trying his best to remember what EXE had said to him about their written language. He then places the comm on the ground next to the golden apple. “Eat. Heal. Speak Overworld?”

[silenthooves]

A return?

Callahan stumbles on their way back from the void. They land on all fours, struggling to catch a breath.

Something feels wrong. They are not in charge here like they were. Not quite. Something faintly cries out to them in their mind, but it’s not easy to make out.

Is it because of their interfering? Is it because-

No. Something’s off with the world. Maybe things will be fixed after a bit.

They stand, swaying. Their hood has fallen, but the fluff around their neck has dimmed slightly. Still enough to blind if not careful.

They look up- and see a piglin. One that looks… only vaguely familiar.

They give a wave.

@rusted-blade

[rusted-blade]

it stumbles. its legs are shaky beneath it, hooves trembling as it steps forward, trying to make its way to - where, it wasn’t sure, but somewhere. away from the strange soft ground it awoke on.

it walks, and walks, and falls face first on the ground, tripping over something small, insignificant. it shutters in a deep breath, flinching instinctually, before carefully opening its eyes. before it are two hooves.

it stares up at the being in front of it. something shimmers around them, something powerful, strong. it feels natural to kneel at their feet (getupgetupweakpositionshowrespecttheyshowmercybekindandsurvive). they are making a strange motion with their arms. it follows them with its eyes, watching for any sudden moveme(attackattacktheyregoingtoattackyoukillyou)nts.

[silenthooves]

Callahan watches him for a moment, the deer’s hoof lowering back to his side. He doesn’t seem to hold an immediate threat, so he slowly reaches into his inventory to pull out something- taking a sigh of relief to find he still has his creative access, even if they’re still reconnecting to the server files and console. He pulls out a gold ingot and a gold apple, and wordlessly holds both out to the piglin.

The deer’s stance is relaxed, and a gentle and curious look rests on his face as he waits for the piglin’s reaction.

[silenthooves]

A return?

Callahan stumbles on their way back from the void. They land on all fours, struggling to catch a breath.

Something feels wrong. They are not in charge here like they were. Not quite. Something faintly cries out to them in their mind, but it’s not easy to make out.

Is it because of their interfering? Is it because-

No. Something’s off with the world. Maybe things will be fixed after a bit.

They stand, swaying. Their hood has fallen, but the fluff around their neck has dimmed slightly. Still enough to blind if not careful.

They look up- and see a piglin. One that looks... only vaguely familiar.

They give a wave.

@rusted-blade