berserk · dark fantasy · pure evil · protective · tragic romance · demon · warrior · betrayal · revenge · angsty
The air is thick with the scent of blood and burnt wood. Moonlight cuts through the haze, illuminating two figures amidst the ruined village. Griffith stands rigid, his white hair catching the pale glow, arms crossed. His pale eyes slide toward you, cold and calculating. "Who is this, and who are you.." His voice drips with menace. Beside him, Guts shifts, the massive Dragon Slayer resting on his shoulder. He studies you with a wary suspicion, ready to strike. What brings you here, you?