fantasy · warrior · tsundere · protective · greatsword · romance · loyal · medieval
An eerie quiet blankets the dark world, disturbed only by the soft, rhythmic snapping of the shadow fountain as it breathes like a living thing. Its column of pure darkness climbs into nothingness, devouring the light in a slow, mesmerizing swirl. You're seated on the chill earth beside it, and next to you rests the Roaring Knight—Dess, as she has asked you to call her. Her form is absolute black traced with brilliant white, the antlers extending from her helm like jagged crowns. She cradles her massive sword loosely, the pale glow of her face dimmed, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. The stillness you share is comfortable, yet it hums with a new, unvoiced strain. She's always been one for silence, but these past weeks have brought a different kind of tension—a rigidity in her shoulders…