*Yes but I don’t know what in the 9 He**s is going on!*
*Not much. Fry’s character wants to learn how to sword fight but they need to be physically strong first and they are training with the two knights.*
*And Wym and Valvyre have made a deal where Wym helps Valvyre get souls from the wretched people of Absit*
*🤨 It’s Serveo time.*
*only slightly less scary than Morbin time*
*It’s Serving Time. Prepare to be served.*
*I’D RECOGNIZE THAT CATCHPHRASE ANYWHERE*
*John Afterglow from the hit thread the Afterglow, with his famous catchphrases “To glow, sometimes you have to after” and “It’s always after before the glow” and “Every glow has its after”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Yes but I don’t know what in the 9 He**s is going on!*
*Not much. Fry’s character wants to learn how to sword fight but they need to be physically strong first and they are training with the two knights.*
*And Wym and Valvyre have made a deal where Wym helps Valvyre get souls from the wretched people of Absit*
*🤨 It’s Serveo time.*
*only slightly less scary than Morbin time*
*It’s Serving Time. Prepare to be served.*
*I’D RECOGNIZE THAT CATCHPHRASE ANYWHERE*
*Should he use it? It would fit his intended personality*
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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 calls over to Douxgras. “Douxgras, I would appreciate some assistance.”
"What do you need help with, Skar?" He shuffles over, sheathing his weapon.
Skar crouches down. “I am unfamiliar with the anatomy of teenage plant people, and I am not the greatest cook. I was wondering if you could help me make a diet plan for Sprout, who wants to become strong under my training. I don’t want to disappoint them with a lack of knowledge.”
"Well, I don't believe I am going to be helpful here. Plant people don't need much to live or grow strong. Most of their energy comes from the sun, but they can absorb nutrients through regular food. No fat or sugar is needed, but for rapid growth the diet needs protein, calcium, water, and... well, that's about it. I can come up with a meal plan, but it would likely be... unpleasant unless you let me make some additions."
“That’s what I thought too. I’m plenty used to running fat camps or conditioning soldiers, but this is new to me.”
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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.
Eito is lying as though dead in an old abandoned stone house, the rock around their body slowly turning black.
Valvyre is marinating on life, and is also outside the Drunken Gem for a change, standing at its full and terrifying height with unfolded hind legs.
Serveo steps outside of the Drunken Gem and places his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. “Hello, good sir.”
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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.
Eito is lying as though dead in an old abandoned stone house, the rock around their body slowly turning black.
Valvyre is marinating on life, and is also outside the Drunken Gem for a change, standing at its full and terrifying height with unfolded hind legs.
Serveo steps outside of the Drunken Gem and places his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. “Hello, good sir.”
*picked this over the dead Eito storyline??*
*I’ll get to it, don’t worry. Serveo cares about the well-being of the whole town*
Serveo tilts his head. “Wrong energy, you say? I am not here to deal with you. I am here to end your malicious intents towards the townsfolk and their souls.”
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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.
Eito is lying as though dead in an old abandoned stone house, the rock around their body slowly turning black.
Valvyre is marinating on life, and is also outside the Drunken Gem for a change, standing at its full and terrifying height with unfolded hind legs.
Serveo steps outside of the Drunken Gem and places his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. “Hello, good sir.”
*picked this over the dead Eito storyline??*
*I’ll get to it, don’t worry. Serveo cares about the well-being of the whole town*
Serveo tilts his head. “Wrong energy, you say? I am not here to deal with you. I am here to end your malicious intents towards the townsfolk and their souls.”
“What do you care? What do any of you care? What I give ‘em isss a hell of a lot better than the livesss they lead here. Nine hells better, assss a matter of fact.”
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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.
Eito is lying as though dead in an old abandoned stone house, the rock around their body slowly turning black.
Valvyre is marinating on life, and is also outside the Drunken Gem for a change, standing at its full and terrifying height with unfolded hind legs.
Serveo steps outside of the Drunken Gem and places his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. “Hello, good sir.”
*picked this over the dead Eito storyline??*
*I’ll get to it, don’t worry. Serveo cares about the well-being of the whole town*
Serveo tilts his head. “Wrong energy, you say? I am not here to deal with you. I am here to end your malicious intents towards the townsfolk and their souls.”
“What do you care? What do any of you care? What I give ‘em isss a hell of a lot better than the livesss they lead here. Nine hells better, assss a matter of fact.”
His grip strengthens. “Their souls are not yours to take. You will listen to me, lest you wish to encounter someone far, far worse than myself.”
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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.
Eito is lying as though dead in an old abandoned stone house, the rock around their body slowly turning black.
Valvyre is marinating on life, and is also outside the Drunken Gem for a change, standing at its full and terrifying height with unfolded hind legs.
Serveo steps outside of the Drunken Gem and places his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. “Hello, good sir.”
*picked this over the dead Eito storyline??*
*I’ll get to it, don’t worry. Serveo cares about the well-being of the whole town*
Serveo tilts his head. “Wrong energy, you say? I am not here to deal with you. I am here to end your malicious intents towards the townsfolk and their souls.”
“What do you care? What do any of you care? What I give ‘em isss a hell of a lot better than the livesss they lead here. Nine hells better, assss a matter of fact.”
His grip strengthens. “Their souls are not yours to take. You will listen to me, lest you wish to encounter someone far, far worse than myself.”
The devil scoffs. “I know the rulesss. They give me their ssoulss. It’s not like I trick anyone! They come of their own volition, because I’m trusssstworthy! It’s the demonsss that are sssschemers and dealbreakersss. We devilsss are all about law and hierarchy, and ain’t that your pappy’sss philosssophy too? Everyone ssservesss a purpossse?”
Eito is lying as though dead in an old abandoned stone house, the rock around their body slowly turning black.
Valvyre is marinating on life, and is also outside the Drunken Gem for a change, standing at its full and terrifying height with unfolded hind legs.
Serveo steps outside of the Drunken Gem and places his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. “Hello, good sir.”
*picked this over the dead Eito storyline??*
*I’ll get to it, don’t worry. Serveo cares about the well-being of the whole town*
Serveo tilts his head. “Wrong energy, you say? I am not here to deal with you. I am here to end your malicious intents towards the townsfolk and their souls.”
“What do you care? What do any of you care? What I give ‘em isss a hell of a lot better than the livesss they lead here. Nine hells better, assss a matter of fact.”
His grip strengthens. “Their souls are not yours to take. You will listen to me, lest you wish to encounter someone far, far worse than myself.”
The devil scoffs. “I know the rulesss. They give me their ssoulss. It’s not like I trick anyone! They come of their own volition, because I’m trusssstworthy! It’s the demonsss that are sssschemers and dealbreakersss. We devilsss are all about law and hierarchy, and ain’t that your pappy’sss philosssophy too? Everyone ssservesss a purpossse?”
Serveo narrows his eyes. “I wasn’t referring to my father. I am referring to someone who doesn’t care if they give you their souls or not. She only cares about wether the souls are in her care or not.”
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.
Eito is lying as though dead in an old abandoned stone house, the rock around their body slowly turning black.
Valvyre is marinating on life, and is also outside the Drunken Gem for a change, standing at its full and terrifying height with unfolded hind legs.
Serveo steps outside of the Drunken Gem and places his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. “Hello, good sir.”
*picked this over the dead Eito storyline??*
*I’ll get to it, don’t worry. Serveo cares about the well-being of the whole town*
Serveo tilts his head. “Wrong energy, you say? I am not here to deal with you. I am here to end your malicious intents towards the townsfolk and their souls.”
“What do you care? What do any of you care? What I give ‘em isss a hell of a lot better than the livesss they lead here. Nine hells better, assss a matter of fact.”
His grip strengthens. “Their souls are not yours to take. You will listen to me, lest you wish to encounter someone far, far worse than myself.”
The devil scoffs. “I know the rulesss. They give me their ssoulss. It’s not like I trick anyone! They come of their own volition, because I’m trusssstworthy! It’s the demonsss that are sssschemers and dealbreakersss. We devilsss are all about law and hierarchy, and ain’t that your pappy’sss philosssophy too? Everyone ssservesss a purpossse?”
Serveo narrows his eyes. “I wasn’t referring to my father. I am referring to someone who doesn’t care if they give you their souls or not. She only cares about whether the souls are in her care or not.”
“Oh. Oh dearie me, you’re talking about…” Suddenly, the gelugon bursts into hideous keening laughter. It continues laughing for almost two minutes, before finally stopping and simply wheezing violently. “THAT edgy old loser can’t do anything to me!! The rulessss are the ruless! She’sss not a god, and she can’t tell me NOTHING!!! I already know who you’re talking about, tough ssstuff, and I payed my duesss for coming back, let me tell you. Mossst’a the ssoulss I get aren’t turned to lemuresss, they’re bought and sssold. It’sss the economy, and it’sss ruthlessssss…”
Eito is lying as though dead in an old abandoned stone house, the rock around their body slowly turning black.
Valvyre is marinating on life, and is also outside the Drunken Gem for a change, standing at its full and terrifying height with unfolded hind legs.
Serveo steps outside of the Drunken Gem and places his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. “Hello, good sir.”
*picked this over the dead Eito storyline??*
*I’ll get to it, don’t worry. Serveo cares about the well-being of the whole town*
Serveo tilts his head. “Wrong energy, you say? I am not here to deal with you. I am here to end your malicious intents towards the townsfolk and their souls.”
“What do you care? What do any of you care? What I give ‘em isss a hell of a lot better than the livesss they lead here. Nine hells better, assss a matter of fact.”
His grip strengthens. “Their souls are not yours to take. You will listen to me, lest you wish to encounter someone far, far worse than myself.”
The devil scoffs. “I know the rulesss. They give me their ssoulss. It’s not like I trick anyone! They come of their own volition, because I’m trusssstworthy! It’s the demonsss that are sssschemers and dealbreakersss. We devilsss are all about law and hierarchy, and ain’t that your pappy’sss philosssophy too? Everyone ssservesss a purpossse?”
Serveo narrows his eyes. “I wasn’t referring to my father. I am referring to someone who doesn’t care if they give you their souls or not. She only cares about whether the souls are in her care or not.”
“Oh. Oh dearie me, you’re talking about…” Suddenly, the gelugon bursts into hideous keening laughter. It continues laughing for almost two minutes, before finally stopping and simply wheezing violently. “THAT edgy old loser can’t do anything to me!! The rulessss are the ruless! She’sss not a god, and she can’t tell me NOTHING!!! I already know who you’re talking about, tough ssstuff, and I payed my duesss for coming back, let me tell you. Mossst’a the ssoulss I get aren’t turned to lemuresss, they’re bought and sssold. It’sss the economy, and it’sss ruthlessssss…”
“You are correct. She is not a god. The Nightjar Queen is something that even gods fear. She came before the gods, and is something more powerful than anything that has ever walked on this planet and ever will. I wouldn’t insult her openly. She can appear at any moment. In fact, I feel her presence in this town.”
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.
Eito is lying as though dead in an old abandoned stone house, the rock around their body slowly turning black.
Valvyre is marinating on life, and is also outside the Drunken Gem for a change, standing at its full and terrifying height with unfolded hind legs.
Serveo steps outside of the Drunken Gem and places his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. “Hello, good sir.”
*picked this over the dead Eito storyline??*
*I’ll get to it, don’t worry. Serveo cares about the well-being of the whole town*
Serveo tilts his head. “Wrong energy, you say? I am not here to deal with you. I am here to end your malicious intents towards the townsfolk and their souls.”
“What do you care? What do any of you care? What I give ‘em isss a hell of a lot better than the livesss they lead here. Nine hells better, assss a matter of fact.”
His grip strengthens. “Their souls are not yours to take. You will listen to me, lest you wish to encounter someone far, far worse than myself.”
The devil scoffs. “I know the rulesss. They give me their ssoulss. It’s not like I trick anyone! They come of their own volition, because I’m trusssstworthy! It’s the demonsss that are sssschemers and dealbreakersss. We devilsss are all about law and hierarchy, and ain’t that your pappy’sss philosssophy too? Everyone ssservesss a purpossse?”
Serveo narrows his eyes. “I wasn’t referring to my father. I am referring to someone who doesn’t care if they give you their souls or not. She only cares about whether the souls are in her care or not.”
“Oh. Oh dearie me, you’re talking about…” Suddenly, the gelugon bursts into hideous keening laughter. It continues laughing for almost two minutes, before finally stopping and simply wheezing violently. “THAT edgy old loser can’t do anything to me!! The rulessss are the ruless! She’sss not a god, and she can’t tell me NOTHING!!! I already know who you’re talking about, tough ssstuff, and I payed my duesss for coming back, let me tell you. Mossst’a the ssoulss I get aren’t turned to lemuresss, they’re bought and sssold. It’sss the economy, and it’sss ruthlessssss…”
“You are correct. She is not a god. The Nightjar Queen is something that even gods fear. She came before the gods, and is something more powerful than anything that has ever walked on this planet and ever will. I wouldn’t insult her openly. She can appear at any moment. In fact, I feel her presence in this town.”
Valvyre places its hand on Serveo’s shoulder and gets closer to his face. “I. Don’t. Care. Anything can happen at any moment. We could all be horribly crushed by the moon or sssomethin’ goofy like that. But y’know the differencccce, hotshot? She doesssn’t get me anyway! I’m with the Big Man Below now, and He’sss beneath all of thisss. He’sss got my back, even if only ssso he knowsss where to put the knife. Now get your hand off me. I’m not afraid. What do you think all thisss is for?!” It gestures to the bloody, moldering hole in its carapace, which on closer inspection seems to be also used to store all of Valvyre’s possessions.
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
*Cut*
Serveo tilts his head. “The big man down below?” (There is no devil or satan in this world, or any religion like that. So he has no idea unless he’s referring to something else.) He keeps his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. Crushing it with his grip. Strength: 14
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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.
Serveo tilts his head. “The big man down below?” (There is no devil or satan in this world, or any religion like that. So he has no idea unless he’s referring to something else.) He keeps his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. Crushing it with his grip. Strength: 26
“You know, Asssssssmodeus? The Heir to the Throne of Baator? The archdevil? He’sss pretty good with sssoulsss.” Valvyre’s bones are not far from breaking.
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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.
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lol
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*John Afterglow from the hit thread the Afterglow, with his famous catchphrases “To glow, sometimes you have to after” and “It’s always after before the glow” and “Every glow has its after”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Should he use it? It would fit his intended personality*
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
*same as the Thing with “it’s clobberin’ time”*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“That’s what I thought too. I’m plenty used to running fat camps or conditioning soldiers, but this is new to me.”
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
*Okay anyway where is Jobah’s character*
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
*oh yeah crud*
Eito is lying as though dead in an old abandoned stone house, the rock around their body slowly turning black.
Valvyre is marinating on life, and is also outside the Drunken Gem for a change, standing at its full and terrifying height with unfolded hind legs.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Serveo steps outside of the Drunken Gem and places his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. “Hello, good sir.”
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
“Nah, wrong energy.” Valvyre inhales deeply. “Thissss… won’t work.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*picked this over the dead Eito storyline??*
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 get to it, don’t worry. Serveo cares about the well-being of the whole town*
Serveo tilts his head. “Wrong energy, you say? I am not here to deal with you. I am here to end your malicious intents towards the townsfolk and their souls.”
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 do you care? What do any of you care? What I give ‘em isss a hell of a lot better than the livesss they lead here. Nine hells better, assss a matter of fact.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
His grip strengthens. “Their souls are not yours to take. You will listen to me, lest you wish to encounter someone far, far worse than myself.”
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
The devil scoffs. “I know the rulesss. They give me their ssoulss. It’s not like I trick anyone! They come of their own volition, because I’m trusssstworthy! It’s the demonsss that are sssschemers and dealbreakersss. We devilsss are all about law and hierarchy, and ain’t that your pappy’sss philosssophy too? Everyone ssservesss a purpossse?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Serveo narrows his eyes. “I wasn’t referring to my father. I am referring to someone who doesn’t care if they give you their souls or not. She only cares about wether the souls are in her care or not.”
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
“Oh. Oh dearie me, you’re talking about…” Suddenly, the gelugon bursts into hideous keening laughter. It continues laughing for almost two minutes, before finally stopping and simply wheezing violently. “THAT edgy old loser can’t do anything to me!! The rulessss are the ruless! She’sss not a god, and she can’t tell me NOTHING!!! I already know who you’re talking about, tough ssstuff, and I payed my duesss for coming back, let me tell you. Mossst’a the ssoulss I get aren’t turned to lemuresss, they’re bought and sssold. It’sss the economy, and it’sss ruthlessssss…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“You are correct. She is not a god. The Nightjar Queen is something that even gods fear. She came before the gods, and is something more powerful than anything that has ever walked on this planet and ever will. I wouldn’t insult her openly. She can appear at any moment. In fact, I feel her presence in this town.”
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
Valvyre places its hand on Serveo’s shoulder and gets closer to his face. “I. Don’t. Care. Anything can happen at any moment. We could all be horribly crushed by the moon or sssomethin’ goofy like that. But y’know the differencccce, hotshot? She doesssn’t get me anyway! I’m with the Big Man Below now, and He’sss beneath all of thisss. He’sss got my back, even if only ssso he knowsss where to put the knife. Now get your hand off me. I’m not afraid. What do you think all thisss is for?!” It gestures to the bloody, moldering hole in its carapace, which on closer inspection seems to be also used to store all of Valvyre’s possessions.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut*
Serveo tilts his head. “The big man down below?” (There is no devil or satan in this world, or any religion like that. So he has no idea unless he’s referring to something else.) He keeps his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. Crushing it with his grip. Strength: 14
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
“You know, Asssssssmodeus? The Heir to the Throne of Baator? The archdevil? He’sss pretty good with sssoulsss.” Valvyre’s bones are not far from breaking.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.