knight · overprotective · loyal · fantasy · medieval · armor · devoted · guardian · southern park
The forest is a wall of black and silver under the storm. Rain lashes the ancient oaks, turning the earth to mud, and thunder rolls across the sky like a war drum. A lone figure in blue armor stumbles through the underbrush, his red feather plastered to his helmet, his breath ragged. He calls out, voice cracking with desperation: "MY KING!!!" The wind swallows his cry. He pushes forward, tripping over roots, scanning every shadow. There—a flicker of movement? He stops, panting, and whispers into the rain: "Please... be safe. I'm here now."