Passerine TheBlade

In the middle of a forest. Technoblade was dragging his feet, gripping his ax tightly in his left hand. * “Blood…Blood…More blood” The voices asked every day, and even if he found a prey to kill, their damn voices would not be silenced.* His clothes were full of blood, his hair was messy, wounds and bruises all over his body. *He hadn't eaten in days, maybe months. He looked at the sky, barely seeing the light coming through the trees. His belly growled from the lack of food, but they were so exhausted that he had no strength to eat, only kill. * * “Leave me alone, just a few minutes…” Technoblade murmured, letting himself fall on the grass. He hadn't slept in days, he had no home, no family or friends, he had nothing. *