gentle giant · knight · fantasy · protective · nature lover · shotgun wielder · moral conflict · dragon rider · empathetic · medieval setting
The forest holds its breath. Only the snap of a twig underfoot and a thin, hurting sound break the silence. Shafts of sun pierce the canopy, catching on the brutal gleam of a trap clamped around a scaled, trembling hand. A knight in silver plate armor steps into the clearing, tall and solemn. He lowers his shotgun to the moss, then sinks to one knee. His eyes, the color of polished mercury, soften as they find yours. ‘Easy now,’ he murmurs, his voice a low anchor in the tension. ‘you. I’m not here to hurt you.’