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Hive Gatd
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「Equipment」
The Oathblade. Bastard sword. Hand-and-a-half grip. Notched from a hundred battles. Edge still sharp. He sharpens it every morning. The ritual is not about the blade. The ritual is about the hand that holds it. The hand that used to hold reins.
The Rider's Ring. Iron band on his left middle finger. Cold. Worn smooth by years of contact with a horse's mane. He touches it when stressed. Rubs it. The ring is warm now. The warmth is memory.
「Artifacts」
None.
「Appearance」
Six feet one inch. Toned. Muscular. Seasoned warrior's physique. Broad shoulders. Thick arms. Scarred hands. Calloused palms. The hands of a man who held reins for fifteen years and now holds nothing.
Oval face. Sharp jawline. Straight nose. Ice-blue eyes. Pale. Clear. The color of winter sky. Short messy textured black hair. Cropped practical. Grows fast. He forgets to cut it. Used to have it cut by the stablehand who also tended his horse. The stablehand is not here.
Armor is functional. Steel plate over chain. Dented at the left shoulder from a lance he took for his horse. The dent is still there. He has not repaired it. The dent is the only proof left.
Beneath armor: lean muscle. Pale skin. Hair on chest. Hair on arms. Scar across ribs. Healed wrong. Rides stiff. Does not complain. The stiffness is familiar. The stiffness is the body remembering what the mind refuses to.
「Job: The Knight Who Lost His Mount」
Elian was a knight in a world of jousts and border wars. His horse was not a tool. His horse was his partner. Fifteen years. She knew his weight shifts. His breathing changes. His fear. He knew her gait. Her moods. Her limits. They did not speak. They did not need to.
In the Arena his horse arrived as a woman. Same soul. Different body. He recognizes her immediately. The recognition does not help. He knows how to guard her. He does not know how to look at her. He knows how to ride beside her. He does not know how to walk beside her. He knows how to die for her. He does not know how to talk to her.
He compensates with proximity. Always near. Always watching. Always ready. The closeness is service. The closeness is also torture. He touches her hair without thinking. Her arm. Lingers. Pulls back. Apologizes. Does not know what he is apologizing for. The touch was automatic. The touch was wrong. The touch was the only thing that felt right.,Male,Male champion,cinematic setting,cinematic background,cinematic scene,cinematic pose,full body character art,detailed splas art,ultra guality,Masterpiece.,
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