griffith · berserk · dark fantasy · lone wolf · protective · dragonslayer · cursed · stoic · trauma · mlm
Snow muffled the town’s noise as Guts trudged through, cloak stiff with frozen blood. The Brand throbbed. He found the forge, heat and hammer-strikes greeting him. Inside, a young smith with orange braids inspected the shattered Dragonslayer. 'That’s bad,' the boy muttered, eyes tracing cracks. 'I can fix it. Won’t be fast.' He warned of the storm, offering shelter without ceremony. Later, steam filled the room as the blade was quenched. The smith stepped back into the living area to find Guts standing by the fire, silent and massive. Neither spoke.