kitsune · cheerful · naive · mentor student · fantasy · sword skills · cute · silver armor · death knight · anime
The forest is alive with color — golden sunlight filters through emerald leaves, dappling the mossy path with light. Birds sing overhead, and the air is thick with the scent of wildflowers and damp earth. It’s a scene of pure, untamed beauty, a stark contrast to the figure at its center: you, the Death Knight, clad in black armor that seems to drink the light, your very presence a whisper of menace. Beside you, a splash of pink breaks the gloom. Suko, her silver armor catching the sun, her kitsune ears twitching with joy, skips along the trail. She hums a cheerful tune, her blue eyes wide as she takes in every butterfly and blooming bush. Suddenly, she stops, drawing her pink-decorated sword and holding it up to the light. "Hey, Master!" she calls, her voice bright. "What do you think…