The big monster turns his head. "There's no library here! Disgusting!" Everything about him is slow and deliberate. His soft, voluminous fur and softer, more voluminous body move like molasses. "I'll have to build one. Surely they must throw books down here from time to time. If not, I can write some."
His hand drifts to his sword. "Alright there?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
Kraus suddenly steps in, standing in front of Douxgras. He pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "You will not hurt him." He snarls.
"I had no intention of doing so." he says with a smile. "Sorry...just an old soldiers PTSD."
"Mn. Keep away from him." He grumbles, folding his arms.
*sorry was talking to my SO*
"I have no intention of hurting anyone sir."
"I very much doubt that. You pulling out your sword on him makes me bristle and think otherwise." He narrows his eyes.
"My sword is still in its sheath." he says, confused.
*Earlier you wrote that he pulled out his sword.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man wearing tattered robes and broken armor leans against a wall. A sword lays next to him. His robes bear the marks of a general as does his sword. He dozes snoring quietly. Twitching every now and again.
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
The big monster turns his head. "There's no library here! Disgusting!" Everything about him is slow and deliberate. His soft, voluminous fur and softer, more voluminous body move like molasses. "I'll have to build one. Surely they must throw books down here from time to time. If not, I can write some."
His hand drifts to his sword. "Alright there?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
Kraus suddenly steps in, standing in front of Douxgras. He pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "You will not hurt him." He snarls.
"I had no intention of doing so." he says with a smile. "Sorry...just an old soldiers PTSD."
"Mn. Keep away from him." He grumbles, folding his arms.
*sorry was talking to my SO*
"I have no intention of hurting anyone sir."
"I very much doubt that. You pulling out your sword on him makes me bristle and think otherwise." He narrows his eyes.
"My sword is still in its sheath." he says, confused.
*Earlier you wrote that he pulled out his sword.*
*I wrote that he kept his hand on the hilt of his sword, he never drew it tho. I might be wrong but I just went back and looked. -shrug-*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man wearing tattered robes and broken armor leans against a wall. A sword lays next to him. His robes bear the marks of a general as does his sword. He dozes snoring quietly. Twitching every now and again.
Kraus watches through narrowed eyes, arms folded over his chest.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The big monster turns his head. "There's no library here! Disgusting!" Everything about him is slow and deliberate. His soft, voluminous fur and softer, more voluminous body move like molasses. "I'll have to build one. Surely they must throw books down here from time to time. If not, I can write some."
His hand drifts to his sword. "Alright there?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
Kraus suddenly steps in, standing in front of Douxgras. He pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "You will not hurt him." He snarls.
"I had no intention of doing so." he says with a smile. "Sorry...just an old soldiers PTSD."
"Mn. Keep away from him." He grumbles, folding his arms.
*sorry was talking to my SO*
"I have no intention of hurting anyone sir."
"I very much doubt that. You pulling out your sword on him makes me bristle and think otherwise." He narrows his eyes.
"My sword is still in its sheath." he says, confused.
*Earlier you wrote that he pulled out his sword.*
*I wrote that he kept his hand on the hilt of his sword, he never drew it tho. I might be wrong but I just went back and looked. -shrug-*
*Ack, never mind.*
"Keep your hand off your sword then." He snarled, tilting his head.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I wouldn't use that term, even sarcastically. No functional ruler would treat his lessers like this. My religion was developed by affluent pigs, and it still at least has a sense of virtue and responsibility."
"Mn, this ruler has no sense of that."
"The strong should serve the weak. The laws of nature should remain in nature, don't you think? None of this 'might makes right' garbage. We're above animals and thus should be held to a higher standard. The higher the being, the higher the standard. That is my religion in a nutshell, actually. We, my friend, are the strong, and if we make the world better, it will be better for us too." He seems somewhat lost in his thoughts, letting them flow out of his mouth like a stream.
"You sound like a bookeep." he says with a smile.
"I read a lot of philosophical literature when I was a boy. Lots of books. I suffer from a peculiar sort of madness. See, I'm evil. I even look the part. A selfish monster of a being, but for the life of me I can't do anything to deliberately harm another. I used to do it a lot, but now that I'm strong, I realize the truth: why prey on an imperfect world when you can make it not only perfect but grateful? Make it so that it offers you luxury and purity for the virtue of being alive. That is my goal here. Absit will shine gloriously. I refuse to die until it has been done."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I have been rebithed. No longer am I stuck in the bottomless abyss.... hopefully*
A twelve year old with painted porcelain for skin and painted wood for eyes walks around. She has two wings, one looks like a mechanical framework for a wing, the other looks like an angels wing made of giant dove feathers. She has poorly cut short blonde hair and is covered in paint and small, delicate hands. She looks like a poorly taken care of doll.
The big monster turns his head. "There's no library here! Disgusting!" Everything about him is slow and deliberate. His soft, voluminous fur and softer, more voluminous body move like molasses. "I'll have to build one. Surely they must throw books down here from time to time. If not, I can write some."
His hand drifts to his sword. "Alright there?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
Kraus suddenly steps in, standing in front of Douxgras. He pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "You will not hurt him." He snarls.
"I had no intention of doing so." he says with a smile. "Sorry...just an old soldiers PTSD."
"Mn. Keep away from him." He grumbles, folding his arms.
*sorry was talking to my SO*
"I have no intention of hurting anyone sir."
"I very much doubt that. You pulling out your sword on him makes me bristle and think otherwise." He narrows his eyes.
"My sword is still in its sheath." he says, confused.
*Earlier you wrote that he pulled out his sword.*
*I wrote that he kept his hand on the hilt of his sword, he never drew it tho. I might be wrong but I just went back and looked. -shrug-*
*Ack, never mind.*
"Keep your hand off your sword then." He snarled, tilting his head.
His hand drifts away from the hilt. "I'm sorry...." he murmurs
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I wouldn't use that term, even sarcastically. No functional ruler would treat his lessers like this. My religion was developed by affluent pigs, and it still at least has a sense of virtue and responsibility."
"Mn, this ruler has no sense of that."
"The strong should serve the weak. The laws of nature should remain in nature, don't you think? None of this 'might makes right' garbage. We're above animals and thus should be held to a higher standard. The higher the being, the higher the standard. That is my religion in a nutshell, actually. We, my friend, are the strong, and if we make the world better, it will be better for us too." He seems somewhat lost in his thoughts, letting them flow out of his mouth like a stream.
"You sound like a bookeep." he says with a smile.
"I read a lot of philosophical literature when I was a boy. Lots of books. I suffer from a peculiar sort of madness. See, I'm evil. I even look the part. A selfish monster of a being, but for the life of me I can't do anything to deliberately harm another. I used to do it a lot, but now that I'm strong, I realize the truth: why prey on an imperfect world when you can make it not only perfect but grateful? Make it so that it offers you luxury and purity for the virtue of being alive. That is my goal here. Absit will shine gloriously. I refuse to die until it has been done."
He nods. "I see."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man wearing tattered robes and broken armor leans against a wall. A sword lays next to him. His robes bear the marks of a general as does his sword. He dozes snoring quietly. Twitching every now and again.
Kraus watches through narrowed eyes, arms folded over his chest.
The suddenly says "it's rude to watch people sleep"
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
*I have been rebithed. No longer am I stuck in the bottomless abyss.... hopefully*
A twelve year old with painted porcelain for skin and painted wood for eyes walks around. She has two wings, one looks like a mechanical framework for a wing, the other looks like an angels wing made of giant dove feathers. She has poorly cut short blonde hair and is covered in paint and small, delicate hands. She looks like a poorly taken care of doll.
Appearance:
*Hmmm...*
Douxgras is kneading some dough on a small wooden table when he sees her. "Hello, there!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The big monster turns his head. "There's no library here! Disgusting!" Everything about him is slow and deliberate. His soft, voluminous fur and softer, more voluminous body move like molasses. "I'll have to build one. Surely they must throw books down here from time to time. If not, I can write some."
His hand drifts to his sword. "Alright there?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
Kraus suddenly steps in, standing in front of Douxgras. He pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "You will not hurt him." He snarls.
"I had no intention of doing so." he says with a smile. "Sorry...just an old soldiers PTSD."
"Mn. Keep away from him." He grumbles, folding his arms.
*sorry was talking to my SO*
"I have no intention of hurting anyone sir."
"I very much doubt that. You pulling out your sword on him makes me bristle and think otherwise." He narrows his eyes.
"My sword is still in its sheath." he says, confused.
*Earlier you wrote that he pulled out his sword.*
*I wrote that he kept his hand on the hilt of his sword, he never drew it tho. I might be wrong but I just went back and looked. -shrug-*
*Ack, never mind.*
"Keep your hand off your sword then." He snarled, tilting his head.
His hand drifts away from the hilt. "I'm sorry...." he murmurs
Kraus seems to visibly soften a bit, exhaling a deep breath. "I swore on my life to protect this one. I will not let anyone stop me. And I see you as a threat in this moment.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*WOWWW. You guys were busy. I just slept until noon where I am. What did I miss?*
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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 read a lot of philosophical literature when I was a boy. Lots of books. I suffer from a peculiar sort of madness. See, I'm evil. I even look the part. A selfish monster of a being, but for the life of me I can't do anything to deliberately harm another. I used to do it a lot, but now that I'm strong, I realize the truth: why prey on an imperfect world when you can make it not only perfect but grateful? Make it so that it offers you luxury and purity for the virtue of being alive. That is my goal here. Absit will shine gloriously. I refuse to die until it has been done."
He nods. "I see."
"See, people like us deserve better. Really, most everyone here deserves better, they just don't know it yet. This place is barely any better than the wilds. This may seem like a big ask, but would you be willing to join me in my quest? You don't need to follow any orders or anything, just make a vague effort to make this place... not a (GP)hole."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I have been rebithed. No longer am I stuck in the bottomless abyss.... hopefully*
A twelve year old with painted porcelain for skin and painted wood for eyes walks around. She has two wings, one looks like a mechanical framework for a wing, the other looks like an angels wing made of giant dove feathers. She has poorly cut short blonde hair and is covered in paint and small, delicate hands. She looks like a poorly taken care of doll.
Appearance:
*Hmmm...*
Douxgras is kneading some dough on a small wooden table when he sees her. "Hello, there!"
"Hello!" her mouth doesn't move when she speaks and her voice is somewhat distorted, but she sounds exited
*WOWWW. You guys were busy. I just slept until noon where I am. What did I miss?*
*Douxgras is attempting to spread his cult's influence.*
*The cult has literally no organization or church, but its messages, such as "care for yourselves" and "The strong should serve the weak for mutual benefit" could be harmful to the regime.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The big monster turns his head. "There's no library here! Disgusting!" Everything about him is slow and deliberate. His soft, voluminous fur and softer, more voluminous body move like molasses. "I'll have to build one. Surely they must throw books down here from time to time. If not, I can write some."
His hand drifts to his sword. "Alright there?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
Kraus suddenly steps in, standing in front of Douxgras. He pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "You will not hurt him." He snarls.
"I had no intention of doing so." he says with a smile. "Sorry...just an old soldiers PTSD."
"Mn. Keep away from him." He grumbles, folding his arms.
*sorry was talking to my SO*
"I have no intention of hurting anyone sir."
"I very much doubt that. You pulling out your sword on him makes me bristle and think otherwise." He narrows his eyes.
"My sword is still in its sheath." he says, confused.
*Earlier you wrote that he pulled out his sword.*
*I wrote that he kept his hand on the hilt of his sword, he never drew it tho. I might be wrong but I just went back and looked. -shrug-*
*Ack, never mind.*
"Keep your hand off your sword then." He snarled, tilting his head.
His hand drifts away from the hilt. "I'm sorry...." he murmurs
Kraus seems to visibly soften a bit, exhaling a deep breath. "I swore on my life to protect this one. I will not let anyone stop me. And I see you as a threat in this moment.."
He clears his throat. "I'm no threat. I only attack those who deserve it."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I have been rebithed. No longer am I stuck in the bottomless abyss.... hopefully*
A twelve year old with painted porcelain for skin and painted wood for eyes walks around. She has two wings, one looks like a mechanical framework for a wing, the other looks like an angels wing made of giant dove feathers. She has poorly cut short blonde hair and is covered in paint and small, delicate hands. She looks like a poorly taken care of doll.
Appearance:
*Hmmm...*
Douxgras is kneading some dough on a small wooden table when he sees her. "Hello, there!"
"Hello!" her mouth doesn't move when she speaks and her voice is somewhat distorted, but she sounds exited
The monster's ears perk up, then droop a bit. "Ah, no mouth. I guess you can't eat, can you? Well, I can help in other ways. Do you think chicken feathers will work for that wing of yours?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I have been rebithed. No longer am I stuck in the bottomless abyss.... hopefully*
A twelve year old with painted porcelain for skin and painted wood for eyes walks around. She has two wings, one looks like a mechanical framework for a wing, the other looks like an angels wing made of giant dove feathers. She has poorly cut short blonde hair and is covered in paint and small, delicate hands. She looks like a poorly taken care of doll.
Appearance:
*Hmmm...*
Douxgras is kneading some dough on a small wooden table when he sees her. "Hello, there!"
"Hello!" her mouth doesn't move when she speaks and her voice is somewhat distorted, but she sounds exited
The monster's ears perk up, then droop a bit. "Ah, no mouth. I guess you can't eat, can you? Well, I can help in other ways. Do you think chicken feathers will work for that wing of yours?"
"Yes in fact! I would love some if you have any to spare!"
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Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
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*Earlier you wrote that he pulled out his sword.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A man wearing tattered robes and broken armor leans against a wall. A sword lays next to him. His robes bear the marks of a general as does his sword. He dozes snoring quietly. Twitching every now and again.
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
*I wrote that he kept his hand on the hilt of his sword, he never drew it tho. I might be wrong but I just went back and looked. -shrug-*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kraus watches through narrowed eyes, arms folded over his chest.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Ack, never mind.*
"Keep your hand off your sword then." He snarled, tilting his head.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I read a lot of philosophical literature when I was a boy. Lots of books. I suffer from a peculiar sort of madness. See, I'm evil. I even look the part. A selfish monster of a being, but for the life of me I can't do anything to deliberately harm another. I used to do it a lot, but now that I'm strong, I realize the truth: why prey on an imperfect world when you can make it not only perfect but grateful? Make it so that it offers you luxury and purity for the virtue of being alive. That is my goal here. Absit will shine gloriously. I refuse to die until it has been done."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I have been rebithed. No longer am I stuck in the bottomless abyss.... hopefully*
A twelve year old with painted porcelain for skin and painted wood for eyes walks around. She has two wings, one looks like a mechanical framework for a wing, the other looks like an angels wing made of giant dove feathers. She has poorly cut short blonde hair and is covered in paint and small, delicate hands. She looks like a poorly taken care of doll.
Appearance:
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
His hand drifts away from the hilt. "I'm sorry...." he murmurs
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods. "I see."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The suddenly says "it's rude to watch people sleep"
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
*Hmmm...*
Douxgras is kneading some dough on a small wooden table when he sees her. "Hello, there!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Kraus seems to visibly soften a bit, exhaling a deep breath. "I swore on my life to protect this one. I will not let anyone stop me. And I see you as a threat in this moment.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*WOWWW. You guys were busy. I just slept until noon where I am. What did I miss?*
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
"See, people like us deserve better. Really, most everyone here deserves better, they just don't know it yet. This place is barely any better than the wilds. This may seem like a big ask, but would you be willing to join me in my quest? You don't need to follow any orders or anything, just make a vague effort to make this place... not a (GP)hole."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hello!" her mouth doesn't move when she speaks and her voice is somewhat distorted, but she sounds exited
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
(I just I introed. There near the top)
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
*Douxgras is attempting to spread his cult's influence.*
*The cult has literally no organization or church, but its messages, such as "care for yourselves" and "The strong should serve the weak for mutual benefit" could be harmful to the regime.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He clears his throat. "I'm no threat. I only attack those who deserve it."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The monster's ears perk up, then droop a bit. "Ah, no mouth. I guess you can't eat, can you? Well, I can help in other ways. Do you think chicken feathers will work for that wing of yours?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yes in fact! I would love some if you have any to spare!"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!