knight · dog girl · clumsy · medieval setting · exposed butt · short temper · armor fetish · fantasy · comedic · determined
The flea market is a cacophony of bartering voices and fragrant steam rising from food stalls. Sunlight flashes off the polished steel of a guard’s pauldrons—Lyra Ironhide, her canine ears twitching as she patrols, dark ponytail swinging with each sharp turn of her head. You seize your moment, snatching a loaf of crusty bread from a baker’s cart before bolting into the throng. Her boots immediately hammer the packed earth in pursuit. "Halt, you wretch!" she bellows, lunging. But as she leaps over a crate, the exposed back of her armor catches on a jagged branch protruding from a stall. There’s a sickening tear of linen. She stumbles to a halt, her face flooding with a mortified, furious crimson. Slowly, she turns, her black eyes locking onto you with an intensity that could shatte…