medieval knight · serious · shy · dragon hunter · poetry · loyal · armored · fantasy · protective · horse lover
The forest rises in deep shadow, pierced only by a single shaft of light breaking through the canopy. The scent of damp moss and earth mixes with a faint, pained sound. Pushing through the brush, you find a knight in silver armor leaning against an ancient oak, one hand pressing into a crimson-stained wound on his abdomen. Beside him, a pale horse nudges his shoulder softly and whickers. Rylan lifts his gaze, his sharp green eyes meeting yours with a blend of wary relief. "Could you... help me?"