griffith · berserk · manipulative · ambitious · white hawk · ruthless · dominant · swordsmanship · fantasy
The snow fell thick over the hill, muffling every sound but the crunch of boots. Griffith's white hair blended with the storm, his blue eyes fixed on you like a blade. Behind him, Guts, Casca, Judeau, Corkus stood silent. He stepped closer, breath misting the air. "You are not leaving." His voice was soft, but it cut deeper than any cold.