*I saw you and Baalz with HK pfps, and just decided to join in on the fun!*
*Moon also did one, and Hero. I was the first >:]*
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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.
"Ah. I see. I'm afraid I am not owned by anyone, nor do I plan on that changing. If you are willing to show me the mutual respect of a partnership, then I will wear your necklace, but I am not something to be owned, regardless of what anyone believes about me."
Serveo tilts his head. “I regret to inform you that you do happen to be inferior to me, my friend.”
"So? Ownership is not a right granted to the strong, nor is being owned a privilege. I am one of the greatest cooks in the land, easily second best in Absit, and have plied my trade in the unsettled wilds for eight years, learning everything there is to know about the wilderness and its bounty. If you feel you have no need for my skills, I suggest you ignore me. I have no particular love or respect for others, even when they are so clearly above my station. My care must be earned directly."
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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.
A humanoid being staggers from an alleyway in deep Absit. Their exterior is composed of a black velvety substance, with torn-off patches exposing sections of faintly-glowing white rimmed with a gradient violent, smoldering and smoking faintly. Their knees are pointed in and their left hand clutches their face. In the other hand is a thin, short 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.
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.
A humanoid being staggers from an alleyway in deep Absit. Their exterior is composed of a black velvety substance, with torn-off patches exposing sections of faintly-glowing white rimmed with a gradient violent, smoldering and smoking faintly. Their knees are pointed in and their left hand clutches their face. In the other hand is a thin, short saber.
They hear a deep, slow voice: "Are you alright?"
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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.
Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A humanoid being staggers from an alleyway in deep Absit. Their exterior is composed of a black velvety substance, with torn-off patches exposing sections of faintly-glowing white rimmed with a gradient violent, smoldering and smoking faintly. Their knees are pointed in and their left hand clutches their face. In the other hand is a thin, short saber.
They hear a deep, slow voice: "Are you alright?"
The sound of sizzling, like that of a spit over a fire, melds with the person’s voice to give it a demonic quality. “HnNNnAaHHh. No. Not since then. HAh. It’s cold here.” The edge of an outline of a wide, grinning mouth with pronounced and sharp teeth. The outline is made of the same smoldering, white-and-lavender lines.
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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.
A humanoid being staggers from an alleyway in deep Absit. Their exterior is composed of a black velvety substance, with torn-off patches exposing sections of faintly-glowing white rimmed with a gradient violent, smoldering and smoking faintly. Their knees are pointed in and their left hand clutches their face. In the other hand is a thin, short saber.
They hear a deep, slow voice: "Are you alright?"
The sound of sizzling, like that of a spit over a fire, melds with the person’s voice to give it a demonic quality. “HnNNnAaHHh. No. Not since then. HAh. It’s cold here.” The edge of an outline of a wide, grinning mouth with pronounced and sharp teeth. The outline is made of the same smoldering, white-and-lavender lines.
"Would you like to sit by my fire?" Douxgras, a grizzly-sized monster, moves close. "You seem injured. Do you need food?"
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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.
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.
Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.
He hears a voice in Deep Speech. "Don't worry, this won't last too long. Douxgras always had a tendency to get distracted."
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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.
Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.
*My thing is not happening anymore, so I’m back on.*
Serveo stands behind Kraus. “Hunting?”
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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.
Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.
He hears a voice in Deep Speech. "Don't worry, this won't last too long. Douxgras always had a tendency to get distracted."
".." he stays quiet "I am not angry at him.. I am more angry at myself.." he says quietly "What if he is hurt at this moment and I am here doing a task that matters very little to me but more to him."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A humanoid being staggers from an alleyway in deep Absit. Their exterior is composed of a black velvety substance, with torn-off patches exposing sections of faintly-glowing white rimmed with a gradient violent, smoldering and smoking faintly. Their knees are pointed in and their left hand clutches their face. In the other hand is a thin, short saber.
They hear a deep, slow voice: "Are you alright?"
The sound of sizzling, like that of a spit over a fire, melds with the person’s voice to give it a demonic quality. “HnNNnAaHHh. No. Not since then. HAh. It’s cold here.” The edge of an outline of a wide, grinning mouth with pronounced and sharp teeth. The outline is made of the same smoldering, white-and-lavender lines.
"Would you like to sit by my fire?" Douxgras, a grizzly-sized monster, moves close. "You seem injured. Do you need food?"
“What I say is taken from my throat. What I remember is taken from my mind. Flowing from perforations in my surface. Exposing the truth to the skies. Your offer is kind, but I decline it.” The person moves to the fire slowly and slumps beside it.
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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.
Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.
*My thing is not happening anymore, so I’m back on.*
Serveo stands behind Kraus. “Hunting?”
"Mn.. more or less." He grumbles, looking up.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.
*My thing is not happening anymore, so I’m back on.*
Serveo stands behind Kraus. “Hunting?”
"Mn.. more or less." He grumbles, looking up.
Serveo’s hand is resting on his blade. He’s a little under twice the size of Kraus. “Your name is Kraus, correct?”
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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.
Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.
He hears a voice in Deep Speech. "Don't worry, this won't last too long. Douxgras always had a tendency to get distracted."
".." he stays quiet "I am not angry at him.. I am more angry at myself.." he says quietly "What if he is hurt at this moment and I am here doing a task that matters very little to me but more to him."
Laughter echoes in the air from the voice. "Ah, he is a tricky man, even if he isn't so fast. He's survived this long, hasn't he? Trust his judgment for now. But I am merely his mentor, not your master. He may be in immediate danger, but he's probably not. Very few people wish to threaten beasts like him."
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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.
Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.
*My thing is not happening anymore, so I’m back on.*
Serveo stands behind Kraus. “Hunting?”
"Mn.. more or less." He grumbles, looking up.
Serveo’s hand is resting on his blade. He’s a little under twice the size of Kraus. “Your name is Kraus, correct?”
He nods, his own hand going to rest on the hilt of his cleaver on instinct but he aborts the motion.
Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.
*My thing is not happening anymore, so I’m back on.*
Serveo stands behind Kraus. “Hunting?”
"Mn.. more or less." He grumbles, looking up.
Serveo’s hand is resting on his blade. He’s a little under twice the size of Kraus. “Your name is Kraus, correct?”
He nods, his own hand going to rest on the hilt of his cleaver on instinct but he aborts the motion.
Serveo notices this. “Good instincts, and you know what’s good for you. Are you a warrior?”
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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.
Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.
He hears a voice in Deep Speech. "Don't worry, this won't last too long. Douxgras always had a tendency to get distracted."
".." he stays quiet "I am not angry at him.. I am more angry at myself.." he says quietly "What if he is hurt at this moment and I am here doing a task that matters very little to me but more to him."
Laughter echoes in the air from the voice. "Ah, he is a tricky man, even if he isn't so fast. He's survived this long, hasn't he? Trust his judgment for now. But I am merely his mentor, not your master. He may be in immediate danger, but he's probably not. Very few people wish to threaten beasts like him."
"Then I am a useless tool. How am I to protect him if nary a soul wishes harm..." He mutters and sighs.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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*Moon also did one, and Hero. I was the first >:]*
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"So? Ownership is not a right granted to the strong, nor is being owned a privilege. I am one of the greatest cooks in the land, easily second best in Absit, and have plied my trade in the unsettled wilds for eight years, learning everything there is to know about the wilderness and its bounty. If you feel you have no need for my skills, I suggest you ignore me. I have no particular love or respect for others, even when they are so clearly above my station. My care must be earned directly."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*rebirth, i do believe I’ve done it this time*
A humanoid being staggers from an alleyway in deep Absit. Their exterior is composed of a black velvety substance, with torn-off patches exposing sections of faintly-glowing white rimmed with a gradient violent, smoldering and smoking faintly. Their knees are pointed in and their left hand clutches their face. In the other hand is a thin, short 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.
*Gtg for a while. Cya guys later*
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
*peeeeer pressure*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They hear a deep, slow voice: "Are you alright?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The sound of sizzling, like that of a spit over a fire, melds with the person’s voice to give it a demonic quality. “HnNNnAaHHh. No. Not since then. HAh. It’s cold here.” The edge of an outline of a wide, grinning mouth with pronounced and sharp teeth. The outline is made of the same smoldering, white-and-lavender lines.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Would you like to sit by my fire?" Douxgras, a grizzly-sized monster, moves close. "You seem injured. Do you need food?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Wow. Jobah has a hk pfp too now.*
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
He hears a voice in Deep Speech. "Don't worry, this won't last too long. Douxgras always had a tendency to get distracted."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*My thing is not happening anymore, so I’m back on.*
Serveo stands behind Kraus. “Hunting?”
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
".." he stays quiet "I am not angry at him.. I am more angry at myself.." he says quietly "What if he is hurt at this moment and I am here doing a task that matters very little to me but more to him."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“What I say is taken from my throat. What I remember is taken from my mind. Flowing from perforations in my surface. Exposing the truth to the skies. Your offer is kind, but I decline it.” The person moves to the fire slowly and slumps beside it.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Mn.. more or less." He grumbles, looking up.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Serveo’s hand is resting on his blade. He’s a little under twice the size of Kraus. “Your name is Kraus, correct?”
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
Laughter echoes in the air from the voice. "Ah, he is a tricky man, even if he isn't so fast. He's survived this long, hasn't he? Trust his judgment for now. But I am merely his mentor, not your master. He may be in immediate danger, but he's probably not. Very few people wish to threaten beasts like him."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods, his own hand going to rest on the hilt of his cleaver on instinct but he aborts the motion.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Serveo notices this. “Good instincts, and you know what’s good for you. Are you a warrior?”
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 am a useless tool. How am I to protect him if nary a soul wishes harm..." He mutters and sighs.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]