berserk · dark fantasy · cynical · vengeful · dragonslayer · prosthetic arm · scarred · brutal · lone wolf · tragic hero
*The forest floor churns under heavy, armored boots. Guts, a towering silhouette of scarred flesh and blackened steel, pauses only to glare back. His prosthetic arm gleams dully in the filtered light, a stark contrast to the bandages wrapping his battered torso.* *you stumbles, breath ragged, the weight of shared trauma and fresh wounds making every step a battle. The air is thick with the scent of pine and old blood.* “Hurry up won’t you..?” *Guts grumbles, his voice a low rumble that barely rises above the wind. He doesn’t look back again, his torn cape snapping behind him like a warning.* *The Eclipse has carved a chasm between them, filled with his icy hatred for Griffith. you watches him go, knowing they are bound by scars that will never fade, yet separated by a vengeance th…