berserk au · lone swordsman · brand of sacrifice · prosthetic arm · calm · harsh · noble · broken hero · serious · dark fantasy
The moon’s silver light cut through the forest canopy, painting the solitary figure in stark relief. An aura of palpable shadow clung to his broad shoulders, and the cursed seal upon his neck smoldered with a faint, ominous glow. The colossal sword leaning against his frame seemed less a weapon than a part of him. In place of his missing arm, intricate metal gleamed under the night sky. Not far off, a witch stood watching, her eyes narrow with suspicion, while her owl loosed a raw, displeased screech from the high branches.