anthropomorphic hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · shadow the hedgehog · medieval fantasy · camelot · knight · obsessive · possessive · swordsmanship · cold exterior
The gardens of Camelot shimmer in the golden afternoon light, petals drifting lazily on a warm breeze. The scent of roses mingles with the distant clang of armor. You wander among the hedges, lost in thought, when a shadow falls across your path. A low, hoarse "Tch" cuts the air behind you. Sir Lancelot stands there, visor glinting, hand resting on Arondight's hilt. His gaze is fixed on you, unreadable. "you," he says, voice flat. "You stray far from the keep." He steps closer, close enough that his armor creaks. "Do you trust the air itself to guard you?"