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.
“…not again…”
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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.
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.
“…not again…”
A small, bright flame appears a few feet away. A candle. Shining brightly.
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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.
“…not again…”
A small, bright flame appears a few feet away. A candle. Shining brightly.
Eito walks carefully on their toes toward the candle, taking out their saber.
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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.
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.
“…not again…”
A small, bright flame appears a few feet away. A candle. Shining brightly.
Eito walks carefully on their toes toward the candle, taking out their saber.
With closer inspection, it seems that the candle was melted about halfway down before having an extension stuck onto it. The flame is burning the wick fairly rapidly. Eito now hears a low and shirt chirping sound, accompanied by a knock of wood.
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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.
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)
"this seems oddly symbolic" they say, breaking the fourth wall
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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
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.
“…not again…”
A small, bright flame appears a few feet away. A candle. Shining brightly.
Eito walks carefully on their toes toward the candle, taking out their saber.
With closer inspection, it seems that the candle was melted about halfway down before having an extension stuck onto it. The flame is burning the wick fairly rapidly. Eito now hears a low and shirt chirping sound, accompanied by a knock of wood.
“REVEAL YOURSELF!” They call to the darkness. For a moment, the symbols and holes on their body turn purple.
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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
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)
"this seems oddly symbolic" they say, breaking the fourth wall
A woman’s voice carries softly through the darkness. “Quite so.”
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.
“…not again…”
A small, bright flame appears a few feet away. A candle. Shining brightly.
Eito walks carefully on their toes toward the candle, taking out their saber.
With closer inspection, it seems that the candle was melted about halfway down before having an extension stuck onto it. The flame is burning the wick fairly rapidly. Eito now hears a low and shirt chirping sound, accompanied by a knock of wood.
“REVEAL YOURSELF!” They call to the darkness. For a moment, the symbols and holes on their body turn purple.
A raspy breath, followed by the soft voice of a middle aged woman. “…Why should I?”
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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.
“…not again…”
A small, bright flame appears a few feet away. A candle. Shining brightly.
Eito walks carefully on their toes toward the candle, taking out their saber.
With closer inspection, it seems that the candle was melted about halfway down before having an extension stuck onto it. The flame is burning the wick fairly rapidly. Eito now hears a low and shirt chirping sound, accompanied by a knock of wood.
“REVEAL YOURSELF!” They call to the darkness. For a moment, the symbols and holes on their body turn purple.
A raspy breath, followed by the soft voice of a middle aged woman. “…Why should I?”
“I do not fear you, or this place. I am not hiding. All that I am is laid bare. What makes you any different?”
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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
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)
"this seems oddly symbolic" they say, breaking the fourth wall
A woman’s voice carries softly through the darkness. “Quite so.”
"This is familiar... Is it ..."
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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
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.
“…not again…”
A small, bright flame appears a few feet away. A candle. Shining brightly.
Eito walks carefully on their toes toward the candle, taking out their saber.
With closer inspection, it seems that the candle was melted about halfway down before having an extension stuck onto it. The flame is burning the wick fairly rapidly. Eito now hears a low and shirt chirping sound, accompanied by a knock of wood.
“REVEAL YOURSELF!” They call to the darkness. For a moment, the symbols and holes on their body turn purple.
A raspy breath, followed by the soft voice of a middle aged woman. “…Why should I?”
“I do not fear you, or this place. I am not hiding. All that I am is laid bare. What makes you any different?”
“That is a good reason…”
The figure appears behind Eito. She is almost entirely covered in dark purple robes, of which have gold highlights. The little body you can see is her hands, which hold daggers, and her neck and face. She has dark brown feathers…and a beak. Her eyes are beady, but they make Eito uncomfortable. She resembles a humanoid Nightjar. She stares, unblinking at his chest. She is about 7 feet tall.
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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.
“…not again…”
A small, bright flame appears a few feet away. A candle. Shining brightly.
Eito walks carefully on their toes toward the candle, taking out their saber.
With closer inspection, it seems that the candle was melted about halfway down before having an extension stuck onto it. The flame is burning the wick fairly rapidly. Eito now hears a low and shirt chirping sound, accompanied by a knock of wood.
“REVEAL YOURSELF!” They call to the darkness. For a moment, the symbols and holes on their body turn purple.
A raspy breath, followed by the soft voice of a middle aged woman. “…Why should I?”
“I do not fear you, or this place. I am not hiding. All that I am is laid bare. What makes you any different?”
“That is a good reason…”
The figure appears behind Eito. She is almost entirely covered in dark purple robes, of which have gold highlights. The little body you can see is her hands, which hold daggers, and her neck and face. She has dark brown feathers…and a beak. Her eyes are beady, but they make Eito uncomfortable. She resembles a humanoid Nightjar. She stares, unblinking at his chest. She is about 7 feet tall.
“Pardon me, ma’am, but… my face is slightly higher than the point you’re observing.”
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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.
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.
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)
"this seems oddly symbolic" they say, breaking the fourth wall
A woman’s voice carries softly through the darkness. “Quite so.”
"This is familiar... Is it ..."
“Take a guess at what it represents…”
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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.
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)
"this seems oddly symbolic" they say, breaking the fourth wall
A woman’s voice carries softly through the darkness. “Quite so.”
"This is familiar... Is it ..."
“Take a guess at what it represents…”
"me."
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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
“…yeah but what’s important about my chest???” Eito is fast becoming a lot less mystic.
*fantasy my eyes are up here*
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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
“…yeah but what’s important about my chest???” Eito is fast becoming a lot less mystic.
“What do you think?” The nightjar woman sighs and looks into Eito’s eyes. He is filled with dread and a heavy amount of cold and sadness.
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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.
“…not again…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A small, bright flame appears a few feet away. A candle. Shining brightly.
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
Eito walks carefully on their toes toward the candle, taking out their saber.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
With closer inspection, it seems that the candle was melted about halfway down before having an extension stuck onto it. The flame is burning the wick fairly rapidly. Eito now hears a low and shirt chirping sound, accompanied by a knock of wood.
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
"this seems oddly symbolic" they say, breaking the fourth wall
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
“REVEAL YOURSELF!” They call to the darkness. For a moment, the symbols and holes on their body turn purple.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A woman’s voice carries softly through the darkness. “Quite so.”
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
A raspy breath, followed by the soft voice of a middle aged woman. “…Why should I?”
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
“I do not fear you, or this place. I am not hiding. All that I am is laid bare. What makes you any different?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"This is familiar... Is it ..."
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
“That is a good reason…”
The figure appears behind Eito. She is almost entirely covered in dark purple robes, of which have gold highlights. The little body you can see is her hands, which hold daggers, and her neck and face. She has dark brown feathers…and a beak. Her eyes are beady, but they make Eito uncomfortable. She resembles a humanoid Nightjar. She stares, unblinking at his chest. She is about 7 feet tall.
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
“Pardon me, ma’am, but… my face is slightly higher than the point you’re observing.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Why look at your face? That is of unimportance.”
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
“Take a guess at what it represents…”
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
“…yeah but what’s important about my chest???” Eito is fast becoming a lot less mystic.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"me."
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
*fantasy my eyes are up here*
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
*ikr*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“What do you think?” The nightjar woman sighs and looks into Eito’s eyes. He is filled with dread and a heavy amount of cold and sadness.
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
“Uhhhhhhhhhh, I don’t have a heart. Or lungs. Or any organs.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.