”Which would be what? There are few that fit that description.”
“I- HNNNnnnNNAAaaHHhAAahhHaaa…” Eito doubles up, glowing very brightly and smoldering so loudly. “If m-my recovered memories are c-correct, it may… have been…”
“It may have been what now? My father? The Usurper? The Artist?”
Eito screeches and collapses, writhing in pain. “…P-please… do not say the name…” Their light is becoming a blinding white, yet it’s also thinning.
“The name of which?” Skar looks slightly concerned.
“TSSssssssss… your father.” Eito murmurs, excruciated and agonized with no ability to move.
Skar stares at him coldly. “I did not say his name. Get up.”
Eito stands. “I mean… no disrespect. It is not a feeling I control. As far back as I can remember. I am sorry, great knight.”
“That is intriguing. You have amnesia of some kind?”
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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.
”Which would be what? There are few that fit that description.”
“I- HNNNnnnNNAAaaHHhAAahhHaaa…” Eito doubles up, glowing very brightly and smoldering so loudly. “If m-my recovered memories are c-correct, it may… have been…”
“It may have been what now? My father? The Usurper? The Artist?”
Eito screeches and collapses, writhing in pain. “…P-please… do not say the name…” Their light is becoming a blinding white, yet it’s also thinning.
“The name of which?” Skar looks slightly concerned.
“TSSssssssss… your father.” Eito murmurs, excruciated and agonized with no ability to move.
Skar stares at him coldly. “I did not say his name. Get up.”
Eito stands. “I mean… no disrespect. It is not a feeling I control. As far back as I can remember. I am sorry, great knight.”
“That is intriguing. You have amnesia of some kind?”
“Yes. I only remember a few things from before I arrived here. The earliest consistent memory is of me, badly hurt, making my way inside the borders of Absit and hiding in an alley.”
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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.
”Which would be what? There are few that fit that description.”
“I- HNNNnnnNNAAaaHHhAAahhHaaa…” Eito doubles up, glowing very brightly and smoldering so loudly. “If m-my recovered memories are c-correct, it may… have been…”
“It may have been what now? My father? The Usurper? The Artist?”
Eito screeches and collapses, writhing in pain. “…P-please… do not say the name…” Their light is becoming a blinding white, yet it’s also thinning.
“The name of which?” Skar looks slightly concerned.
“TSSssssssss… your father.” Eito murmurs, excruciated and agonized with no ability to move.
Skar stares at him coldly. “I did not say his name. Get up.”
Eito stands. “I mean… no disrespect. It is not a feeling I control. As far back as I can remember. I am sorry, great knight.”
“That is intriguing. You have amnesia of some kind?”
“Yes. I only remember a few things from before I arrived here. The earliest consistent memory is of me, badly hurt, making my way inside the borders of Absit and hiding in an alley.”
“Interesting. Badly injured and with amnesia? A story I have heard all too many times.”
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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.
”Which would be what? There are few that fit that description.”
“I- HNNNnnnNNAAaaHHhAAahhHaaa…” Eito doubles up, glowing very brightly and smoldering so loudly. “If m-my recovered memories are c-correct, it may… have been…”
“It may have been what now? My father? The Usurper? The Artist?”
Eito screeches and collapses, writhing in pain. “…P-please… do not say the name…” Their light is becoming a blinding white, yet it’s also thinning.
“The name of which?” Skar looks slightly concerned.
“TSSssssssss… your father.” Eito murmurs, excruciated and agonized with no ability to move.
Skar stares at him coldly. “I did not say his name. Get up.”
Eito stands. “I mean… no disrespect. It is not a feeling I control. As far back as I can remember. I am sorry, great knight.”
“That is intriguing. You have amnesia of some kind?”
“Yes. I only remember a few things from before I arrived here. The earliest consistent memory is of me, badly hurt, making my way inside the borders of Absit and hiding in an alley.”
“Interesting. Badly injured and with amnesia? A story I have heard all too many times.”
“Really? From whom?”
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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.
”Which would be what? There are few that fit that description.”
“I- HNNNnnnNNAAaaHHhAAahhHaaa…” Eito doubles up, glowing very brightly and smoldering so loudly. “If m-my recovered memories are c-correct, it may… have been…”
“It may have been what now? My father? The Usurper? The Artist?”
Eito screeches and collapses, writhing in pain. “…P-please… do not say the name…” Their light is becoming a blinding white, yet it’s also thinning.
“The name of which?” Skar looks slightly concerned.
“TSSssssssss… your father.” Eito murmurs, excruciated and agonized with no ability to move.
Skar stares at him coldly. “I did not say his name. Get up.”
Eito stands. “I mean… no disrespect. It is not a feeling I control. As far back as I can remember. I am sorry, great knight.”
“That is intriguing. You have amnesia of some kind?”
“Yes. I only remember a few things from before I arrived here. The earliest consistent memory is of me, badly hurt, making my way inside the borders of Absit and hiding in an alley.”
“Interesting. Badly injured and with amnesia? A story I have heard all too many times.”
“Really? From whom?”
“Many men were beat senseless before being sent to Absit. They refused to be executed and had to be subdued.”
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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.
Reqka rides Atlas out of Absit, scavenging for any sort of thing they can get
*Nature check for what kinds of natural things I may find here:
20
*
She finds another patch of mushrooms, and another larger boar.
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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.
”Which would be what? There are few that fit that description.”
“I- HNNNnnnNNAAaaHHhAAahhHaaa…” Eito doubles up, glowing very brightly and smoldering so loudly. “If m-my recovered memories are c-correct, it may… have been…”
“It may have been what now? My father? The Usurper? The Artist?”
Eito screeches and collapses, writhing in pain. “…P-please… do not say the name…” Their light is becoming a blinding white, yet it’s also thinning.
“The name of which?” Skar looks slightly concerned.
“TSSssssssss… your father.” Eito murmurs, excruciated and agonized with no ability to move.
Skar stares at him coldly. “I did not say his name. Get up.”
Eito stands. “I mean… no disrespect. It is not a feeling I control. As far back as I can remember. I am sorry, great knight.”
“That is intriguing. You have amnesia of some kind?”
“Yes. I only remember a few things from before I arrived here. The earliest consistent memory is of me, badly hurt, making my way inside the borders of Absit and hiding in an alley.”
“Interesting. Badly injured and with amnesia? A story I have heard all too many times.”
“Really? From whom?”
“Many men were beat senseless before being sent to Absit. They refused to be executed and had to be subdued.”
“…but I’m so meek… I don’t remember why I was sent here, but I never thought to leave, though I don’t suppose I could…”
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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.
”Which would be what? There are few that fit that description.”
“I- HNNNnnnNNAAaaHHhAAahhHaaa…” Eito doubles up, glowing very brightly and smoldering so loudly. “If m-my recovered memories are c-correct, it may… have been…”
“It may have been what now? My father? The Usurper? The Artist?”
Eito screeches and collapses, writhing in pain. “…P-please… do not say the name…” Their light is becoming a blinding white, yet it’s also thinning.
“The name of which?” Skar looks slightly concerned.
“TSSssssssss… your father.” Eito murmurs, excruciated and agonized with no ability to move.
Skar stares at him coldly. “I did not say his name. Get up.”
Eito stands. “I mean… no disrespect. It is not a feeling I control. As far back as I can remember. I am sorry, great knight.”
“That is intriguing. You have amnesia of some kind?”
“Yes. I only remember a few things from before I arrived here. The earliest consistent memory is of me, badly hurt, making my way inside the borders of Absit and hiding in an alley.”
“Interesting. Badly injured and with amnesia? A story I have heard all too many times.”
“Really? From whom?”
“Many men were beat senseless before being sent to Absit. They refused to be executed and had to be subdued.”
“…but I’m so meek… I don’t remember why I was sent here, but I never thought to leave, though I don’t suppose I could…”
“You could certainly leave…but you would be killed.”
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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.
”Which would be what? There are few that fit that description.”
“I- HNNNnnnNNAAaaHHhAAahhHaaa…” Eito doubles up, glowing very brightly and smoldering so loudly. “If m-my recovered memories are c-correct, it may… have been…”
“It may have been what now? My father? The Usurper? The Artist?”
Eito screeches and collapses, writhing in pain. “…P-please… do not say the name…” Their light is becoming a blinding white, yet it’s also thinning.
“The name of which?” Skar looks slightly concerned.
“TSSssssssss… your father.” Eito murmurs, excruciated and agonized with no ability to move.
Skar stares at him coldly. “I did not say his name. Get up.”
Eito stands. “I mean… no disrespect. It is not a feeling I control. As far back as I can remember. I am sorry, great knight.”
“That is intriguing. You have amnesia of some kind?”
“Yes. I only remember a few things from before I arrived here. The earliest consistent memory is of me, badly hurt, making my way inside the borders of Absit and hiding in an alley.”
“Interesting. Badly injured and with amnesia? A story I have heard all too many times.”
“Really? From whom?”
“Many men were beat senseless before being sent to Absit. They refused to be executed and had to be subdued.”
“…but I’m so meek… I don’t remember why I was sent here, but I never thought to leave, though I don’t suppose I could…”
“You could certainly leave…but you would be killed.”
“Then I can’t really leave in the way I want. The only place I’d be heading is the afterlife. But, ah… thanks for the memories, Great Knight. I may have to get going now. Toodles!” Eito begins speedwalking away, clearly terrified and with something to hide.
Reqka rides Atlas out of Absit, scavenging for any sort of thing they can get
*Nature check for what kinds of natural things I may find here:
20
*
She finds another patch of mushrooms, and another larger boar.
roll for Initiative:
20
12
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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.
”Which would be what? There are few that fit that description.”
“I- HNNNnnnNNAAaaHHhAAahhHaaa…” Eito doubles up, glowing very brightly and smoldering so loudly. “If m-my recovered memories are c-correct, it may… have been…”
“It may have been what now? My father? The Usurper? The Artist?”
Eito screeches and collapses, writhing in pain. “…P-please… do not say the name…” Their light is becoming a blinding white, yet it’s also thinning.
“The name of which?” Skar looks slightly concerned.
“TSSssssssss… your father.” Eito murmurs, excruciated and agonized with no ability to move.
Skar stares at him coldly. “I did not say his name. Get up.”
Eito stands. “I mean… no disrespect. It is not a feeling I control. As far back as I can remember. I am sorry, great knight.”
“That is intriguing. You have amnesia of some kind?”
“Yes. I only remember a few things from before I arrived here. The earliest consistent memory is of me, badly hurt, making my way inside the borders of Absit and hiding in an alley.”
“Interesting. Badly injured and with amnesia? A story I have heard all too many times.”
“Really? From whom?”
“Many men were beat senseless before being sent to Absit. They refused to be executed and had to be subdued.”
“…but I’m so meek… I don’t remember why I was sent here, but I never thought to leave, though I don’t suppose I could…”
“You could certainly leave…but you would be killed.”
“Then I can’t really leave in the way I want. The only place I’d be heading is the afterlife. But, ah… thanks for the memories, Great Knight. I may have to get going now. Toodles!” Eito begins speedwalking away, clearly terrified and with something to hide.
“Wait. It may be ideal for you to stay in my presence at the moment. There is something coming. For 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.
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.
Skar looks around nervously, his hand on the hilt of his blade. “I’m not sure. But it is something powerful. More powerful, I regret to say than me.” He gulps. “It is existentially more powerful than my father, I can tell.
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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.
Skar looks around nervously, his hand on the hilt of his blade. “I’m not sure. But it is something powerful. More powerful, I regret to say than me.” He gulps. “It is existentially more powerful than my father, I can tell.”
“What could that be??” Eito still looks nervous (very much wanting to return to his shrine and hide his heresy).
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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.
In a field not too close or far from any building in Aspit. The small hooded figure, sure they're all alone, removes their hood to bask in the sun. Under the hood is not the face of a monster, but a child, or what once was one. Their skin is a strange hue of green, their left eye is solid black while their right is not there, replaced by a scarred-over empty socket shielded by creeping vines growing along with flowers from their hair. As the sunlight warms them, they sigh with contentment.
*that took a while to get right*
The sun that they see suddenly fades away. The darkness envelopes them. They grow cold and they feel a presence of something they have never felt before. Something that is impossibly powerful.
They shiver and wrap their cloak around them, filled with horror.
Something taps their shoulder, but when they check nothing is there. A breeze rustles their hair. A cold, clammy breeze.
"Who's there?" they ask, voice wavering with fear.
What they hear is a very low chirping sound, accompanied by a knock of wood with each chirp.
They take a cautious step out into the darkness, wincing pre-emptively
A tiny light flickers from the darkness. It illuminates a radius of only a couple inches. It is a candle.
*sorry did some laundry*
They put their hands around the small, flickering flame, cupping the light in their bandaged hands
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
In a field not too close or far from any building in Aspit. The small hooded figure, sure they're all alone, removes their hood to bask in the sun. Under the hood is not the face of a monster, but a child, or what once was one. Their skin is a strange hue of green, their left eye is solid black while their right is not there, replaced by a scarred-over empty socket shielded by creeping vines growing along with flowers from their hair. As the sunlight warms them, they sigh with contentment.
*that took a while to get right*
The sun that they see suddenly fades away. The darkness envelopes them. They grow cold and they feel a presence of something they have never felt before. Something that is impossibly powerful.
They shiver and wrap their cloak around them, filled with horror.
Something taps their shoulder, but when they check nothing is there. A breeze rustles their hair. A cold, clammy breeze.
"Who's there?" they ask, voice wavering with fear.
What they hear is a very low chirping sound, accompanied by a knock of wood with each chirp.
They take a cautious step out into the darkness, wincing pre-emptively
A tiny light flickers from the darkness. It illuminates a radius of only a couple inches. It is a candle.
*sorry did some laundry*
They put their hands around the small, flickering flame, cupping the light in their bandaged hands
When they get closer, they see that the candlestick sits atop a mass of melted max, like a previously melted candle. (This is very specific and and essential)
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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.
Skar looks around nervously, his hand on the hilt of his blade. “I’m not sure. But it is something powerful. More powerful, I regret to say than me.” He gulps. “It is existentially more powerful than my father, I can tell.”
“What could that be??” Eito still looks nervous (very much wanting to return to his shrine and hide his heresy).
Skar’s next words are drowned out, fading into the distance as if muffled. A darkness spreads around Eito, enveloping even the shine from Skar. It is pitch black.
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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.
TRON LIVES
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“That is intriguing. You have amnesia of some kind?”
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
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Yes. I only remember a few things from before I arrived here. The earliest consistent memory is of me, badly hurt, making my way inside the borders of Absit and hiding in an alley.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Interesting. Badly injured and with amnesia? A story I have heard all too many times.”
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
“Really? From whom?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Many men were beat senseless before being sent to Absit. They refused to be executed and had to be subdued.”
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 finds another patch of mushrooms, and another larger boar.
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
“…but I’m so meek… I don’t remember why I was sent here, but I never thought to leave, though I don’t suppose I could…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
roll for Initiative:
8
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“You could certainly leave…but you would be killed.”
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
“Then I can’t really leave in the way I want. The only place I’d be heading is the afterlife. But, ah… thanks for the memories, Great Knight. I may have to get going now. Toodles!” Eito begins speedwalking away, clearly terrified and with something to hide.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
12
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
“Wait. It may be ideal for you to stay in my presence at the moment. There is something coming. For 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
*Cut that if ya don’t mind Jobah*
*Fry, you still on?*
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
*cut*
“Indeed? That being?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Skar looks around nervously, his hand on the hilt of his blade. “I’m not sure. But it is something powerful. More powerful, I regret to say than me.” He gulps. “It is existentially more powerful than my father, I can tell.
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
“What could that be??” Eito still looks nervous (very much wanting to return to his shrine and hide his heresy).
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*sorry did some laundry*
They put their hands around the small, flickering flame, cupping the light in their bandaged hands
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
When they get closer, they see that the candlestick sits atop a mass of melted max, like a previously melted candle. (This is very specific and and essential)
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
Skar’s next words are drowned out, fading into the distance as if muffled. A darkness spreads around Eito, enveloping even the shine from Skar. It is pitch black.
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