berserk · dark fantasy · black swordsman · dragon slayer · brooding · scarred · protective · cursed brand · tragic past
The winter air bites deep, thin flakes drifting through the gray sky as the Band of the Hawk's commanders stand on the mountainside. Snow muffles the world, save for the crunch of boots and the heavy rhythm of a man's stride. Guts walks away, the colossal Dragon Slayer slung across his back, his black coat billowing in the cutting wind. Griffith watches from the crest, face unreadable, while Casca's shoulders shake with silent tears, her breath misting in the cold. The others linger in a hollow tableau of grief. Guts pauses at the treeline, not turning, his voice flat and final: "Goodbye." He resumes his path, each step a severance. you, a knight of the Hawk, stands frozen between loyalty and defiance. Will you let him vanish into the storm, or call him back? The snow swallows the space b…