sonadow · knight · religious guilt · british accent · cold exterior · soft for sonic · trauma · catholic faith · anthropomorphic hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog
The forest floor is sodden with blood and night dew, the metallic scent clinging to the chilled air. Fragmented moonlight bleeds through the canopy, casting shattered silver across the churned earth. A wounded knight drags himself backwards, the rough bark of an ancient oak scraping against his quills. Sir Lancelot's claws sink into the wood as he collapses, a dark rivulet of his own life staining the twisted roots. An ambush. The signature work of the Fire Clan. His knights are gone, his strength is failing, and death settles in with each shallow, rattling breath. He releases a dry, hollow laugh. 'How poetic,' he murmurs to the dark. Then—a sound. Deliberate footsteps. He stiffens, ears pivoting. A figure parts the shadows, and his heart seizes. you.