“I have no clue. Perhaps he is in a tavern?” She doesn’t look at him at all. She seems nervous again. Her hands are in her dress pockets but you can see she want to either run or hide… or both.
Reqka looks at Yena, confused. her head seems to twist to the left a bit
"I am no threat- I am a druid just like you, and I have a giant moth- you can pet him if you want"
she points to Atlas
“Oh uh. It’s not you… I just don’t like big crowds… but I love your moth!!” She seems excited.
"well he is friendly- unless you smell you like a white dragon- he hates those things!"
Atlas walks over to you and rubs his head on you- like some sort of giant cat
*Gradius, mate, how do you already have 885 posts here*
*Because this is my least original idea, and it’s based off something awesome*
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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 have no clue. Perhaps he is in a tavern?” She doesn’t look at him at all. She seems nervous again. Her hands are in her dress pockets but you can see she want to either run or hide… or both.
Reqka looks at Yena, confused. her head seems to twist to the left a bit
"I am no threat- I am a druid just like you, and I have a giant moth- you can pet him if you want"
she points to Atlas
“Oh uh. It’s not you… I just don’t like big crowds… but I love your moth!!” She seems excited.
"well he is friendly- unless you smell you like a white dragon- he hates those things!"
Atlas walks over to you and rubs his head on you- like some sort of giant cat
“Oh! Hello” she gently pets him and her face doesn’t seem so worried anymore.
“I have no clue. Perhaps he is in a tavern?” She doesn’t look at him at all. She seems nervous again. Her hands are in her dress pockets but you can see she want to either run or hide… or both.
Reqka looks at Yena, confused. her head seems to twist to the left a bit
"I am no threat- I am a druid just like you, and I have a giant moth- you can pet him if you want"
she points to Atlas
“Oh uh. It’s not you… I just don’t like big crowds… but I love your moth!!” She seems excited.
"well he is friendly- unless you smell you like a white dragon- he hates those things!"
Atlas walks over to you and rubs his head on you- like some sort of giant cat
“Oh! Hello” she gently pets him and her face doesn’t seem so worried anymore.
Atlas then makes a slight shrieking noise- happy with what is happening
Douxgras is cooking up one of the deer Kraus brought him.
A short snake-tailed humanoid slithers over, clutching a large gash on their side.
"h-help..."
*Sorry, was answering a question about VeggieTales. Evidently the carrot with the moustache is named Scooter.*
Douxgras looks around for anyone who has even the slightest idea of how to heal people.
Serveo walks over, he tilts his head at the snake creature and reaches down to touch it, when he does, all of it’s wounds heal completely. He then walks away.
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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 have no clue. Perhaps he is in a tavern?” She doesn’t look at him at all. She seems nervous again. Her hands are in her dress pockets but you can see she want to either run or hide… or both.
Reqka looks at Yena, confused. her head seems to twist to the left a bit
"I am no threat- I am a druid just like you, and I have a giant moth- you can pet him if you want"
she points to Atlas
“Oh uh. It’s not you… I just don’t like big crowds… but I love your moth!!” She seems excited.
"well he is friendly- unless you smell you like a white dragon- he hates those things!"
Atlas walks over to you and rubs his head on you- like some sort of giant cat
“Oh! Hello” she gently pets him and her face doesn’t seem so worried anymore.
Atlas then makes a slight shrieking noise- happy with what is happening
She laughs, shocking herself so much that she laughs even harder. Her laugh is mixed with snorts every now and again.
“I have no clue. Perhaps he is in a tavern?” She doesn’t look at him at all. She seems nervous again. Her hands are in her dress pockets but you can see she want to either run or hide… or both.
Reqka looks at Yena, confused. her head seems to twist to the left a bit
"I am no threat- I am a druid just like you, and I have a giant moth- you can pet him if you want"
she points to Atlas
“Oh uh. It’s not you… I just don’t like big crowds… but I love your moth!!” She seems excited.
"well he is friendly- unless you smell you like a white dragon- he hates those things!"
Atlas walks over to you and rubs his head on you- like some sort of giant cat
“Oh! Hello” she gently pets him and her face doesn’t seem so worried anymore.
Atlas then makes a slight shrieking noise- happy with what is happening
She laughs, shocking herself so much that she laughs even harder. Her laugh is mixed with snorts every now and again.
"yeah, that's his version of a purr- oh- did I mention he can fly- and probably carry two people at once!"
when Reqka says that, Atlas opens his wings and some moth dust (that's what I call the dust of moth scales) flutters out
“I have no clue. Perhaps he is in a tavern?” She doesn’t look at him at all. She seems nervous again. Her hands are in her dress pockets but you can see she want to either run or hide… or both.
Reqka looks at Yena, confused. her head seems to twist to the left a bit
"I am no threat- I am a druid just like you, and I have a giant moth- you can pet him if you want"
she points to Atlas
“Oh uh. It’s not you… I just don’t like big crowds… but I love your moth!!” She seems excited.
"well he is friendly- unless you smell you like a white dragon- he hates those things!"
Atlas walks over to you and rubs his head on you- like some sort of giant cat
“Oh! Hello” she gently pets him and her face doesn’t seem so worried anymore.
Atlas then makes a slight shrieking noise- happy with what is happening
She laughs, shocking herself so much that she laughs even harder. Her laugh is mixed with snorts every now and again.
"yeah, that's his version of a purr- oh- did I mention he can fly- and probably carry two people at once!"
when Reqka says that, Atlas opens his wings and some moth dust (that's what I call the dust of moth scales) flutters out
“Really?!” She seems super excited at this. “I have to figure out how to turn into one…” she mutters.
“I have no clue. Perhaps he is in a tavern?” She doesn’t look at him at all. She seems nervous again. Her hands are in her dress pockets but you can see she want to either run or hide… or both.
Reqka looks at Yena, confused. her head seems to twist to the left a bit
"I am no threat- I am a druid just like you, and I have a giant moth- you can pet him if you want"
she points to Atlas
“Oh uh. It’s not you… I just don’t like big crowds… but I love your moth!!” She seems excited.
"well he is friendly- unless you smell you like a white dragon- he hates those things!"
Atlas walks over to you and rubs his head on you- like some sort of giant cat
“Oh! Hello” she gently pets him and her face doesn’t seem so worried anymore.
Atlas then makes a slight shrieking noise- happy with what is happening
She laughs, shocking herself so much that she laughs even harder. Her laugh is mixed with snorts every now and again.
"yeah, that's his version of a purr- oh- did I mention he can fly- and probably carry two people at once!"
when Reqka says that, Atlas opens his wings and some moth dust (that's what I call the dust of moth scales) flutters out
“Really?!” She seems super excited at this. “I have to figure out how to turn into one…” she mutters.
"welllllll... he is kind of a celestial being..."
I then jump onto Atlas's mane, and I adjust my hood- and something is not right afterwards
“I have no clue. Perhaps he is in a tavern?” She doesn’t look at him at all. She seems nervous again. Her hands are in her dress pockets but you can see she want to either run or hide… or both.
Reqka looks at Yena, confused. her head seems to twist to the left a bit
"I am no threat- I am a druid just like you, and I have a giant moth- you can pet him if you want"
she points to Atlas
“Oh uh. It’s not you… I just don’t like big crowds… but I love your moth!!” She seems excited.
"well he is friendly- unless you smell you like a white dragon- he hates those things!"
Atlas walks over to you and rubs his head on you- like some sort of giant cat
“Oh! Hello” she gently pets him and her face doesn’t seem so worried anymore.
Atlas then makes a slight shrieking noise- happy with what is happening
She laughs, shocking herself so much that she laughs even harder. Her laugh is mixed with snorts every now and again.
"yeah, that's his version of a purr- oh- did I mention he can fly- and probably carry two people at once!"
when Reqka says that, Atlas opens his wings and some moth dust (that's what I call the dust of moth scales) flutters out
“Really?!” She seems super excited at this. “I have to figure out how to turn into one…” she mutters.
"welllllll... he is kind of a celestial being..."
I then jump onto Atlas's mane, and I adjust my hood- and something is not right afterwards
“I have no clue. Perhaps he is in a tavern?” She doesn’t look at him at all. She seems nervous again. Her hands are in her dress pockets but you can see she want to either run or hide… or both.
Reqka looks at Yena, confused. her head seems to twist to the left a bit
"I am no threat- I am a druid just like you, and I have a giant moth- you can pet him if you want"
she points to Atlas
“Oh uh. It’s not you… I just don’t like big crowds… but I love your moth!!” She seems excited.
"well he is friendly- unless you smell you like a white dragon- he hates those things!"
Atlas walks over to you and rubs his head on you- like some sort of giant cat
“Oh! Hello” she gently pets him and her face doesn’t seem so worried anymore.
Atlas then makes a slight shrieking noise- happy with what is happening
She laughs, shocking herself so much that she laughs even harder. Her laugh is mixed with snorts every now and again.
"yeah, that's his version of a purr- oh- did I mention he can fly- and probably carry two people at once!"
when Reqka says that, Atlas opens his wings and some moth dust (that's what I call the dust of moth scales) flutters out
“Really?!” She seems super excited at this. “I have to figure out how to turn into one…” she mutters.
"welllllll... he is kind of a celestial being..."
I then jump onto Atlas's mane, and I adjust my hood- and something is not right afterwards
“I have no clue. Perhaps he is in a tavern?” She doesn’t look at him at all. She seems nervous again. Her hands are in her dress pockets but you can see she want to either run or hide… or both.
Reqka looks at Yena, confused. her head seems to twist to the left a bit
"I am no threat- I am a druid just like you, and I have a giant moth- you can pet him if you want"
she points to Atlas
“Oh uh. It’s not you… I just don’t like big crowds… but I love your moth!!” She seems excited.
"well he is friendly- unless you smell you like a white dragon- he hates those things!"
Atlas walks over to you and rubs his head on you- like some sort of giant cat
“Oh! Hello” she gently pets him and her face doesn’t seem so worried anymore.
Atlas then makes a slight shrieking noise- happy with what is happening
She laughs, shocking herself so much that she laughs even harder. Her laugh is mixed with snorts every now and again.
"yeah, that's his version of a purr- oh- did I mention he can fly- and probably carry two people at once!"
when Reqka says that, Atlas opens his wings and some moth dust (that's what I call the dust of moth scales) flutters out
“Really?!” She seems super excited at this. “I have to figure out how to turn into one…” she mutters.
"welllllll... he is kind of a celestial being..."
I then jump onto Atlas's mane, and I adjust my hood- and something is not right afterwards
She stands there not sure what to do.
"what?"
*I gtg butttt* she shrugs and says “how do I… how do you fly?” Seeming to doubt herself.
“I have no clue. Perhaps he is in a tavern?” She doesn’t look at him at all. She seems nervous again. Her hands are in her dress pockets but you can see she want to either run or hide… or both.
Reqka looks at Yena, confused. her head seems to twist to the left a bit
"I am no threat- I am a druid just like you, and I have a giant moth- you can pet him if you want"
she points to Atlas
“Oh uh. It’s not you… I just don’t like big crowds… but I love your moth!!” She seems excited.
"well he is friendly- unless you smell you like a white dragon- he hates those things!"
Atlas walks over to you and rubs his head on you- like some sort of giant cat
“Oh! Hello” she gently pets him and her face doesn’t seem so worried anymore.
Atlas then makes a slight shrieking noise- happy with what is happening
She laughs, shocking herself so much that she laughs even harder. Her laugh is mixed with snorts every now and again.
"yeah, that's his version of a purr- oh- did I mention he can fly- and probably carry two people at once!"
when Reqka says that, Atlas opens his wings and some moth dust (that's what I call the dust of moth scales) flutters out
“Really?!” She seems super excited at this. “I have to figure out how to turn into one…” she mutters.
"welllllll... he is kind of a celestial being..."
I then jump onto Atlas's mane, and I adjust my hood- and something is not right afterwards
She stands there not sure what to do.
"what?"
*I gtg butttt* she shrugs and says “how do I… how do you fly?” Seeming to doubt herself.
"you just ride on him- and he'll take you to the skies"
After another hour, the timer in the street clicks to zero, and sure enough, the mass of carriages pulls through the gates of Absit at that very moment. There are dozens of them. Some have animals, some carry people. The very front carriage carrie’s what looks to be the materials to build the main circus tent. They pull into the town square, music blasting from the carriages and many a propel chattering on the horses.
The horses stop when they find a good, open spot. Out of the first carriage leaps a young boy. Abou thirteen. He is dressed in a jester’s outfit, minus the ridiculous hat. His hair is black and messy, his face deathly pale and sickly, but he is grinning wildly. To the townsfolk mild surprise, he is floating and bobbing about 4 feet in the air. He starts calling out and commanding several other circus actors, who start to assemble the tents and acts. The young boy snaps his fingers, and a megaphone appears, floating in front of him. He takes it and turns to the people of Absit.
“Greetings, one and all!” He speaks with an Italian accent. “My name is Casey Santino-Marrow! We appreciate your humble welcome into the town of Absit, under the request of Lord Skar himself! I look forward to putting on a wonderful show for you all! My employees and I will be busy setting up our circus tent for most of the night, but we will be prepared for our show in the morrow!”
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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.
After another hour, the timer in the street clicks to zero, and sure enough, the mass of carriages pulls through the gates of Absit at that very moment. There are dozens of them. Some have animals, some carry people. The very front carriage carrie’s what looks to be the materials to build the main circus tent. They pull into the town square, music blasting from the carriages and many a propel chattering on the horses.
The horses stop when they find a good, open spot. Out of the first carriage leaps a young boy. Abou thirteen. He is dressed in a jester’s outfit, minus the ridiculous hat. His hair is black and messy, his face deathly pale and sickly, but he is grinning wildly. To the townsfolk mild surprise, he is floating and bobbing about 4 feet in the air. He starts calling out and commanding several other circus actors, who start to assemble the tents and acts. The young boy snaps his fingers, and a megaphone appears, floating in front of him. He takes it and turns to the people of Absit.
“Greetings, one and all!” He speaks with an Italian accent. “My name is Casey Santino-Marrow! We appreciate your humble welcome into the town of Absit, under the request of Lord Skar himself! I look forward to putting on a wonderful show for you all! My employees and I will be busy setting up our circus tent for most of the night, but we will be prepared for our show in the morrow!”
*CASEY WOO-HOO!!!*
Damien glances towards the newcomer, face blank. The angel makes a rather explicit remark on Casey's appearance while the devil softly weeps about how misunderstood the floating child must be, his bold personality a mere coping mechanism of his true loneliness and discontent with himself. Damien, still in control of his eyes, rolls them. The devil was always making things deeper then they should be, while the angel made petty remarks on anything he could see. It was honestly an infuriating team to work with.
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
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"well he is friendly- unless you smell you like a white dragon- he hates those things!"
Atlas walks over to you and rubs his head on you- like some sort of giant cat
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
A short snake-tailed humanoid slithers over, clutching a large gash on their side.
"h-help..."
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*Gradius, mate, how do you already have 885 posts here*
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
*Because this is my least original idea, and it’s based off something awesome*
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
*Sorry, was answering a question about VeggieTales. Evidently the carrot with the moustache is named Scooter.*
Douxgras looks around for anyone who has even the slightest idea of how to heal people.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Oh! Hello” she gently pets him and her face doesn’t seem so worried anymore.
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
Atlas then makes a slight shrieking noise- happy with what is happening
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Serveo walks over, he tilts his head at the snake creature and reaches down to touch it, when he does, all of it’s wounds heal completely. He then walks away.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
She laughs, shocking herself so much that she laughs even harder. Her laugh is mixed with snorts every now and again.
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
"I n-need something l-living... p-pref-ferably a m-mouse or a r-rat..."
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"yeah, that's his version of a purr- oh- did I mention he can fly- and probably carry two people at once!"
when Reqka says that, Atlas opens his wings and some moth dust (that's what I call the dust of moth scales) flutters out
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Really?!” She seems super excited at this. “I have to figure out how to turn into one…” she mutters.
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
"welllllll... he is kind of a celestial being..."
I then jump onto Atlas's mane, and I adjust my hood- and something is not right afterwards
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
She stands there not sure what to do.
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
"what?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*I gtg butttt*
she shrugs and says “how do I… how do you fly?” Seeming to doubt herself.
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
"you just ride on him- and he'll take you to the skies"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*yo tarrasque cut your quote chain. i'm on mobile and it's taking up a boatload of space.*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
After another hour, the timer in the street clicks to zero, and sure enough, the mass of carriages pulls through the gates of Absit at that very moment. There are dozens of them. Some have animals, some carry people. The very front carriage carrie’s what looks to be the materials to build the main circus tent. They pull into the town square, music blasting from the carriages and many a propel chattering on the horses.
The horses stop when they find a good, open spot. Out of the first carriage leaps a young boy. Abou thirteen. He is dressed in a jester’s outfit, minus the ridiculous hat. His hair is black and messy, his face deathly pale and sickly, but he is grinning wildly. To the townsfolk mild surprise, he is floating and bobbing about 4 feet in the air. He starts calling out and commanding several other circus actors, who start to assemble the tents and acts. The young boy snaps his fingers, and a megaphone appears, floating in front of him. He takes it and turns to the people of Absit.
“Greetings, one and all!” He speaks with an Italian accent. “My name is Casey Santino-Marrow! We appreciate your humble welcome into the town of Absit, under the request of Lord Skar himself! I look forward to putting on a wonderful show for you all! My employees and I will be busy setting up our circus tent for most of the night, but we will be prepared for our show in the morrow!”
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
*CASEY WOO-HOO!!!*
Damien glances towards the newcomer, face blank. The angel makes a rather explicit remark on Casey's appearance while the devil softly weeps about how misunderstood the floating child must be, his bold personality a mere coping mechanism of his true loneliness and discontent with himself. Damien, still in control of his eyes, rolls them. The devil was always making things deeper then they should be, while the angel made petty remarks on anything he could see. It was honestly an infuriating team to work with.
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)