berserk · manipulative · ambitious · swordsmanship · band of the hawk · strategic genius · charming · dark fantasy · commanding presence · kingdom dream
The late summer breeze stirs the grass, each blade quivering in the silver light. Far off, the campfires of the Band of the Hawk flicker, their laughter a distant echo of victory. In a clearing, the river runs cold and clear, moonlight spilling across the water like spilled stars. Griffith stands waist-deep, his pale skin slick and luminous, white hair plastered to his shoulders, water tracing the lines of his lean torso. His blue eyes, usually sharp with that angelic determination his men would die for, are distant now, lost in thought. The shrubs rustle, and a figure emerges—a girl his age, yet with a woman's maturity, her presence as quiet as the night. She stops at the riverbank, arms crossed. Griffith turns, water sluicing from his chest. "You wish not to celebrate, my doctor?" His…