*I'll be back in a moment, getting into a fight with my mother.*
*I will be here if you wanna talk about it afterward*
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
“I am not sad. But you have no right to be here. One is oneself, and the principal sin is to deprive one of this right. And you should care because it is the truth, and your very existence is proof. But I am not finished. As in anything, there are always deeper truths. Will you listen still?”
*Whoops sorry I was offline for a while*
Although the creatures on Damiens shoulders don't do anything to reply, Damien himself shifts his gaze up, and then down, almost as if the nodding of his head was contained to only his eyes. It is an odd thing to do, but given the unique scenario, his message is obvious. Yes.
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
“I am not sad. But you have no right to be here. One is oneself, and the principal sin is to deprive one of this right. And you should care because it is the truth, and your very existence is proof. But I am not finished. As in anything, there are always deeper truths. Will you listen still?”
*Whoops sorry I was offline for a while*
Although the creatures on Damiens shoulders don't do anything to reply, Damien himself shifts his gaze up, and then down, almost as if the nodding of his head was contained to only his eyes. It is an odd thing to do, but given the unique scenario, his message is obvious. Yes.
“Then…!” Eito draws what resembles a crown or headdress of some kind. “The first of the Essences is Kaiyun. Kaiyun is all that is above understanding. That which is out of reach. It is embodied in the night sky in which no stars can be seen, or in the new moon.” They then draw a lightning bolt. “The second Essence is Kirav. It is the feeling of revelation, the initial burst of understanding. In a broader sense, it is also the ability to know, and even be known. It is embodied in rays of light and electricity, but principally lightning. Shall I continue?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I'll be back in a moment, getting into a fight with my mother.*
*Win*
*So... Not good. I basically broke into tears in front of my coworkers.*
*Was your mother being a homophone or transphobe or whatever again*
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
*I'll be back in a moment, getting into a fight with my mother.*
*Win*
*So... Not good. I basically broke into tears in front of my coworkers.*
*Your mother is a monster and should suffer things I can’t express without getting banned. That’s absolutely horrible. Nobody should have to deal with such a disgusting excuse for a human, and I’m so, so sorry.*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
*I just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
Eito is somehow there. “Your wounds are the result of a lonely pain, forcing its way out of you. They require healing.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
Eito is somehow there. “Your wounds are the result of a lonely pain, forcing its way out of you. They require healing.”
*I just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
Eito is somehow there. “Your wounds are the result of a lonely pain, forcing its way out of you. They require healing.”
"I'm okay.." he says and closes his eyes.
“A lie told to soothe is a lie all the same, and will always harm. A lie to hide can be invaluable, but it is usually only able to separate.” Eito casts cure wounds in a 4th level spell slot, healing 17 hit points of damage.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
Eito is somehow there. “Your wounds are the result of a lonely pain, forcing its way out of you. They require healing.”
"I'm okay.." he says and closes his eyes.
“A lie told to soothe is a lie all the same, and will always harm. A lie to hide can be invaluable, but it is usually only able to separate.” Eito casts cure wounds in a 4th level spell slot, healing 25 hit points of damage.
He hissed and pulls away "Please.. scars help me think. Pain helps me remember." He says, his voice strained.
*I just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
Serveo stands outside of the parlor. “Eve, what is troubling you?”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
*I just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
Serveo stands outside of the parlor. “Eve, what is troubling you?”
She sarcastically waves her hands "The circus is in town!"
*I just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
Eito is somehow there. “Your wounds are the result of a lonely pain, forcing its way out of you. They require healing.”
"I'm okay.." he says and closes his eyes.
“A lie told to soothe is a lie all the same, and will always harm. A lie to hide can be invaluable, but it is usually only able to separate.” Eito casts cure wounds in a 4th level spell slot, healing 25 hit points of damage.
He hissed and pulls away "Please.. scars help me think. Pain helps me remember." He says, his voice strained.
“Then I will not interfere. But why do you wound yourself? What pushes your pain from your mind to your hands?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
Eito is somehow there. “Your wounds are the result of a lonely pain, forcing its way out of you. They require healing.”
"I'm okay.." he says and closes his eyes.
“A lie told to soothe is a lie all the same, and will always harm. A lie to hide can be invaluable, but it is usually only able to separate.” Eito casts cure wounds in a 4th level spell slot, healing 25 hit points of damage.
He hissed and pulls away "Please.. scars help me think. Pain helps me remember." He says, his voice strained.
“Then I will not interfere. But why do you wound yourself? What pushes your pain from your mind to your hands?”
"The pain of thinking and feeling and remembering.." he said quietly.
*I just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
Eito is somehow there. “Your wounds are the result of a lonely pain, forcing its way out of you. They require healing.”
"I'm okay.." he says and closes his eyes.
“A lie told to soothe is a lie all the same, and will always harm. A lie to hide can be invaluable, but it is usually only able to separate.” Eito casts cure wounds in a 4th level spell slot, healing 25 hit points of damage.
He hissed and pulls away "Please.. scars help me think. Pain helps me remember." He says, his voice strained.
“Then I will not interfere. But why do you wound yourself? What pushes your pain from your mind to your hands?”
"The pain of thinking and feeling and remembering.." he said quietly.
“That pain is a ripple, as most pain is. It alters everything around you, but subsides in the end, and leaves only reflection and calm.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
Serveo stands outside of the parlor. “Eve, what is troubling you?”
She sarcastically waves her hands "The circus is in town!"
“Yes, I was delighted to hear it. However, the owner gives me a bad feeling.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
*I will be here if you wanna talk about it afterward*
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
*Whoops sorry I was offline for a while*
Although the creatures on Damiens shoulders don't do anything to reply, Damien himself shifts his gaze up, and then down, almost as if the nodding of his head was contained to only his eyes. It is an odd thing to do, but given the unique scenario, his message is obvious. Yes.
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
*Win*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*So... Not good. I basically broke into tears in front of my coworkers.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Then…!” Eito draws what resembles a crown or headdress of some kind. “The first of the Essences is Kaiyun. Kaiyun is all that is above understanding. That which is out of reach. It is embodied in the night sky in which no stars can be seen, or in the new moon.” They then draw a lightning bolt. “The second Essence is Kirav. It is the feeling of revelation, the initial burst of understanding. In a broader sense, it is also the ability to know, and even be known. It is embodied in rays of light and electricity, but principally lightning. Shall I continue?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Was your mother being a homophone or transphobe or whatever again*
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
*So she came to your place of work just to bully you?*
*She... needs Jesus, and I'll leave it at that. I don't want to get the mods angry.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Your mother is a monster and should suffer things I can’t express without getting banned. That’s absolutely horrible. Nobody should have to deal with such a disgusting excuse for a human, and I’m so, so sorry.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Eito is somehow there. “Your wounds are the result of a lonely pain, forcing its way out of you. They require healing.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I'm okay.." he says and closes his eyes.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“A lie told to soothe is a lie all the same, and will always harm. A lie to hide can be invaluable, but it is usually only able to separate.” Eito casts cure wounds in a 4th level spell slot, healing 17 hit points of damage.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He hissed and pulls away "Please.. scars help me think. Pain helps me remember." He says, his voice strained.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Serveo stands outside of the parlor. “Eve, what is troubling you?”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
She sarcastically waves her hands "The circus is in town!"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Then I will not interfere. But why do you wound yourself? What pushes your pain from your mind to your hands?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"The pain of thinking and feeling and remembering.." he said quietly.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“That pain is a ripple, as most pain is. It alters everything around you, but subsides in the end, and leaves only reflection and calm.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Yes, I was delighted to hear it. However, the owner gives me a bad feeling.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
*is phoenix online right now?*
Sig but long ^w^
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.