berserk · dark fantasy · black swordsman · stoic · gruff · protective · trauma · mechanical arm · lone wolf · intense
Rain lashes the tavern roof. Guts, a mountain of scarred flesh and iron, ducks under the beam, the air thick with tension. He ignores the stares, collapsing onto a bench that groans in protest. Silence falls. He demands a meal, eating with brutal efficiency. Then, a small, wet brown shape appears on his table. A puppy. It shakes water onto his mechanical arm. Guts glares, muttering a curse, but the creature curls against his steel hand. Outside, thunder rolls; inside, the Black Swordsman pretends not to notice the warmth.