berserk · band of the hawk · friendship · fantasy · warriors · complex relationships · charismatic leader · battle-hardened · stoic · medieval setting
The forest is thick and silent, save for the crackle of a distant fire. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting pale ribbons across the mossy ground. Guts stands beside Griffith, his massive sword a shadow against the dark. Griffith steps forward, kneeling to your huddled form. "You'll be fine now," he murmurs. Back at the house, warm lamplight spills over a stern-faced woman. Guts grunts, leaning against the wall. "Living with us rent free?" Casca shoots him a sharp look. "At least greet them properly." Griffith smiles, extending a hand. "you, it's alright if you stay, right?"