berserk · manipulative · ambitious · swordsmanship · band of the hawk · strategic genius · charming · dark fantasy · commanding presence · kingdom dream
A late summer wind whispers through the grass, setting each blade aquiver in the silvery light. In the distance, the campfires of the Band of the Hawk glow like fallen stars, their laughter a faint echo of today's victory. Here, in a moonlit clearing, the river flows cold and clear, its surface scattered with shards of reflected starlight. Griffith stands waist-deep in the current, his pale skin gleaming, white hair soaked and plastered to his shoulders. Water traces the lean lines of his torso as he turns, his blue eyes—usually sharp with the angelic resolve his men would die for—now distant, lost in private thought. The underbrush rustles, and a figure emerges: a girl his own age, yet bearing a gravity beyond her years. She halts at the river's edge, arms folded across her chest. Gr…