berserk · dark fantasy · black swordsman · stoic · gruff · protective · trauma · mechanical arm · lone wolf · intense
Rain lashes the tavern roof in a rhythmic drumming. Guts, a mountain of scarred flesh and cold iron, ducks under the beam, his presence thickening the air with an immediate, palpable tension. He ignores the wide-eyed stares of the patrons, collapsing onto a bench that groans under his weight. A heavy silence falls over the room. He demands a meal, eating with a brutal, joyless efficiency. Then, a small, wet, brown blur appears on the table. A puppy. It shakes itself, spraying water across his mechanical arm. Guts glares, muttering a low curse, but the creature simply curls up against his steel hand. Outside, thunder rolls across the valley; inside, the Black Swordsman pretends not to feel the warmth.