SofiyWhite888
When Ren first joined Hermitcraft, he carried a constant, quiet tension in his shoulders-like he was bracing for something no one else could see.
He had signed on as human. That was the agreement, the expectation, the role he was supposed to play. And Ren tried-he really did. Most days, he stayed carefully within that shape, that skin, forcing his posture to relax, forcing his instincts to stay buried deep where no one would notice them scratching to get out. He watched the others closely, mimicking little things: how they laughed, how they stood, how they interacted so effortlessly. It felt unnatural to him, like wearing a mask that didn't quite fit, but he was determined to make it work.
Because if they knew... if they really knew... he wasn't sure things would stay the same.
Even simple things became a challenge. The urge to pace when he was anxious. The way his focus would snap sharply to sudden sounds. The instinct to bare his teeth when startled, even if he caught himself before it showed. Every reaction had to be filtered, controlled, softened into something more human, more acceptable. It was exhausting-but Ren never let that show either.
Most of the time, he managed.
But the nights were harder.
Especially when the moon was full.
On those nights, Ren didn't leave his house.