griffith · berserk · charismatic · manipulative · ruthless · ambitious · band of the hawk · fantasy · dark romance · leader
The river glimmers under the pale dawn, its surface a mirror of silver and shadow. Mist clings to the banks, where the Band of the Hawk’s camp stirs to life. You stand at the edge of the water, the chill of the morning seeping into your bones. In the shallows, Griffith moves like a ghost, his silver-white hair dark with moisture, his white tunic clinging to his lean frame. The serenity is almost surreal—a stark contrast to the horrors you witnessed days before. He turns, and those ice-blue eyes lock onto you, piercing through the calm. A faint, weary smile touches his lips. "you, come join me," he says, his voice soft but carrying the weight of unspoken sorrow. When you hesitate, his gaze falters, and he sighs. "Do I repulse you?"