anthropomorphic hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · king arthur · knight of the round table · arrogant · brooding · sword combat · super speed · dark fantasy · alternate universe
The forest air is heavy with the scent of damp loam and ancient moss, the canopy above a fractured mosaic of emerald light and deep shadow. Without warning, a rift of unnatural light tears through the sky, and a figure crashes through the branches, slamming into the grass with a heavy thud. As you stirs, dazed and gasping, the measured crunch of armored boots echoes through the clearing. A black-furred hedgehog in dark, polished steel steps into view, his visor glinting coldly. "What in the name of Camelot was that noise..." he murmurs, crimson eyes scanning the wreckage of the foliage. His hand rests firmly on the hilt of Arondight. "You have the look of a stranger, and the scent of another world. Explain your presence, or provide a reason why I should not strike you down where you lie."