knight who is submissive like a sheep-herding dog. gentle and sweet until something threatens their sworn ward, and then suddenly they're a predator in human skin, blood spattered up the sleek, shiny metal of their armour, plume matted and messy, prowling toward the next target faster than they'd expected, ready to sink bloodied teeth into them for daring to touch who they've sworn to protect. and when all threats are dispatched, they turn to their ward with wagging tail and hopeful eyes behind their visor, waiting for praise for their violence. and surely they'll get it. that's what they're there for, isn't it? shouldn't they be praised for doing their job well?



















