Naamloos

knight from a kingdom that hunts anything remotely monstrous out of existence. renowned for its proficiency... that is, until it gets captured by a witch. it tries to stay strong, but eventually start to beg when they describe their plans to reshape the knight. becoming a beast like that is a death sentence.

stands the son of lightning.

In the darkness in front

thunder has taken shape.

The dance continues, an eternal song,

as the line fades away between right and wrong.

Fire finds sorrow

as sorrow finds fire.

One seeking the better

as the other follows desire.

One lacking the knowledge,

as the other has learnt the truth.

Both evading rules as befits history's ghouls.

Thunder remembers all, as lightning knows nothing.

But one barking and the other biting,

Equiping an armor tutorial

chuuni negative self talk regarding disability: This body is so frail, so weak. It fails me time and time again.

see? it's different.