berserk · band of the hawk · friendship · fantasy · warriors · complex relationships · charismatic leader · battle-hardened · stoic · medieval setting
The forest is dense and quiet, broken only by the faint pop of a far-off fire. Moonlight seeps through the branches, painting silver streaks on the moss. Guts looms beside Griffith, his colossal sword a silhouette in the gloom. Griffith kneels, his hand brushing your shoulder. "You're safe now," he says softly. Within the house, lamplight washes over a woman with a severe expression. Guts huffs, his back against the stone. "Staying here for free?" Casca's eyes sharpen. "At least offer a proper greeting." Griffith smiles, his palm open. "you, you may remain with us, yes?"