*I just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
Eito is somehow there. “Your wounds are the result of a lonely pain, forcing its way out of you. They require healing.”
"I'm okay.." he says and closes his eyes.
“A lie told to soothe is a lie all the same, and will always harm. A lie to hide can be invaluable, but it is usually only able to separate.” Eito casts cure wounds in a 4th level spell slot, healing 25 hit points of damage.
He hissed and pulls away "Please.. scars help me think. Pain helps me remember." He says, his voice strained.
“Then I will not interfere. But why do you wound yourself? What pushes your pain from your mind to your hands?”
"The pain of thinking and feeling and remembering.." he said quietly.
“That pain is a ripple, as most pain is. It alters everything around you, but subsides in the end, and leaves only reflection and calm.”
"Mn.." he sighs and looks at his gloves which are stained with blood. "It helps me forget.."
*You could say the circus owner has a Grimm feeling about him.*
*Cough cough. Why would you say that?? I would never base an encounter off of something. Especially not something from ahem Hollow Knight.*
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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 just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
Eito is somehow there. “Your wounds are the result of a lonely pain, forcing its way out of you. They require healing.”
"I'm okay.." he says and closes his eyes.
“A lie told to soothe is a lie all the same, and will always harm. A lie to hide can be invaluable, but it is usually only able to separate.” Eito casts cure wounds in a 4th level spell slot, healing 25 hit points of damage.
He hissed and pulls away "Please.. scars help me think. Pain helps me remember." He says, his voice strained.
“Then I will not interfere. But why do you wound yourself? What pushes your pain from your mind to your hands?”
"The pain of thinking and feeling and remembering.." he said quietly.
“That pain is a ripple, as most pain is. It alters everything around you, but subsides in the end, and leaves only reflection and calm.”
"Mn.." he sighs and looks at his gloves which are stained with blood. "It helps me forget.."
“Why do you want to forget? It will not make you stronger or better in the end. Only more scared of when you have to confront 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.
*I just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
Serveo stands outside of the parlor. “Eve, what is troubling you?”
She sarcastically waves her hands "The circus is in town!"
“Yes, I was delighted to hear it. However, the owner gives me a bad feeling.”
*I just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
Eito is somehow there. “Your wounds are the result of a lonely pain, forcing its way out of you. They require healing.”
"I'm okay.." he says and closes his eyes.
“A lie told to soothe is a lie all the same, and will always harm. A lie to hide can be invaluable, but it is usually only able to separate.” Eito casts cure wounds in a 4th level spell slot, healing 25 hit points of damage.
He hissed and pulls away "Please.. scars help me think. Pain helps me remember." He says, his voice strained.
“Then I will not interfere. But why do you wound yourself? What pushes your pain from your mind to your hands?”
"The pain of thinking and feeling and remembering.." he said quietly.
“That pain is a ripple, as most pain is. It alters everything around you, but subsides in the end, and leaves only reflection and calm.”
"Mn.." he sighs and looks at his gloves which are stained with blood. "It helps me forget.."
“Why do you want to forget? It will not make you stronger or better in the end. Only more scared of when you have to confront it.”
*I just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
Serveo stands outside of the parlor. “Eve, what is troubling you?”
She sarcastically waves her hands "The circus is in town!"
“Yes, I was delighted to hear it. However, the owner gives me a bad feeling.”
"Good, you should investigate.." she grumbles.
Serveo narrows his eyes. “There is something you know. You can tell 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.
*I just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
A cherry pie shakily levitates up and sits down beside him.
*I just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
Serveo stands outside of the parlor. “Eve, what is troubling you?”
She sarcastically waves her hands "The circus is in town!"
“Yes, I was delighted to hear it. However, the owner gives me a bad feeling.”
"Good, you should investigate.." she grumbles.
Serveo narrows his eyes. “There is something you know. You can tell me.”
"The thing is I can't. He has ownership over me and I will die if I try.."
*I just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
Serveo stands outside of the parlor. “Eve, what is troubling you?”
She sarcastically waves her hands "The circus is in town!"
“Yes, I was delighted to hear it. However, the owner gives me a bad feeling.”
"Good, you should investigate.." she grumbles.
Serveo narrows his eyes. “There is something you know. You can tell me.”
"The thing is I can't. He has ownership over me and I will die if I try.."
“No lady shall die in my presence. If he tries to hurt you, I will be here to hurt him.”
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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 just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
A cherry pie shakily levitates up and sits down beside him.
Jack looks over at it, tilting his head. He looks around, trying to figure out where it came from.
“Why do you want to forget? It will not make you stronger or better in the end. Only more scared of when you have to confront it.”
"I don't like feeling though..."
“Would we have heroes if they had not struggled? You are not supposed to enjoy it. The pain strengthens you if you can deal with it properly. But in the opposite consideration, sometimes suffering is so great that it cannot be overcome.”
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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.
*You could say the circus owner has a Grimm feeling about him.*
*Cough cough. Why would you say that?? I would never base an encounter off of something. Especially not something from ahem Hollow Knight.*
*I just saying if he has fire or dream based abilities I might raise an eyebrow.*
*No I only took inspiration from the red theme and the traveling circus idea*
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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 just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
Serveo stands outside of the parlor. “Eve, what is troubling you?”
She sarcastically waves her hands "The circus is in town!"
“Yes, I was delighted to hear it. However, the owner gives me a bad feeling.”
"Good, you should investigate.." she grumbles.
Serveo narrows his eyes. “There is something you know. You can tell me.”
"The thing is I can't. He has ownership over me and I will die if I try.."
“No lady shall die in my presence. If he tries to hurt you, I will be here to hurt him.”
*I just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
Serveo stands outside of the parlor. “Eve, what is troubling you?”
She sarcastically waves her hands "The circus is in town!"
“Yes, I was delighted to hear it. However, the owner gives me a bad feeling.”
"Good, you should investigate.." she grumbles.
Serveo narrows his eyes. “There is something you know. You can tell me.”
"The thing is I can't. He has ownership over me and I will die if I try.."
“No lady shall die in my presence. If he tries to hurt you, I will be here to hurt him.”
She raises a brow "No one will be.." she said.
Serveo crouches down. “Tell me what he has done.”
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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.
“Why do you want to forget? It will not make you stronger or better in the end. Only more scared of when you have to confront it.”
"I don't like feeling though..."
“Would we have heroes if they had not struggled? You are not supposed to enjoy it. The pain strengthens you if you can deal with it properly. But in the opposite consideration, sometimes suffering is so great that it cannot be overcome.”
He rolls his eyes "Hm. You seem to have a lot a knowledge on it.."
*I just want to RP to ignore this feeling for right now.*
Eve is sitting at her desk inside of the tattoo parlor. She looks sad, fearful, and downright unhappy. The tattoo on her shoulder is brightly to the point she has wrapped in bandages to ignore it.
Kraus is lying in the grass, in the forest. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes quietly as he stares at the sky. His fists are stained with blood, his knuckles split.
Jack is sitting in the roof of the tallest building, drawing pictures of the city.
Serveo stands outside of the parlor. “Eve, what is troubling you?”
She sarcastically waves her hands "The circus is in town!"
“Yes, I was delighted to hear it. However, the owner gives me a bad feeling.”
"Good, you should investigate.." she grumbles.
Serveo narrows his eyes. “There is something you know. You can tell me.”
"The thing is I can't. He has ownership over me and I will die if I try.."
“No lady shall die in my presence. If he tries to hurt you, I will be here to hurt him.”
She raises a brow "No one will be.." she said.
Serveo crouches down. “Tell me what he has done.”
"He will know, I can't!" She hisses, her ears flattening against her skull.
“Why do you want to forget? It will not make you stronger or better in the end. Only more scared of when you have to confront it.”
"I don't like feeling though..."
“Would we have heroes if they had not struggled? You are not supposed to enjoy it. The pain strengthens you if you can deal with it properly. But in the opposite consideration, sometimes suffering is so great that it cannot be overcome.”
He rolls his eyes "Hm. You seem to have a lot a knowledge on it.."
“The memories were… taken, but the assimilated knowledge remains. I have suffered in the year since I was cast out. HnnNNn, there is little I can recall of these things. That doesn’t mean I don’t still have the lessons I learned from my pain, though.”
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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.
*You could say the circus owner has a Grimm feeling about him.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Mn.." he sighs and looks at his gloves which are stained with blood. "It helps me forget.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Cough cough. Why would you say that?? I would never base an encounter off of something. Especially not something from ahem Hollow Knight.*
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
“Why do you want to forget? It will not make you stronger or better in the end. Only more scared of when you have to confront 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.
"Good, you should investigate.." she grumbles.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I don't like feeling though..."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Serveo narrows his eyes. “There is something you know. You can tell 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
A cherry pie shakily levitates up and sits down beside him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"The thing is I can't. He has ownership over me and I will die if I try.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I just saying if he has fire or dream based abilities I might raise an eyebrow.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“No lady shall die in my presence. If he tries to hurt you, I will be here to hurt him.”
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
Jack looks over at it, tilting his head. He looks around, trying to figure out where it came from.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Would we have heroes if they had not struggled? You are not supposed to enjoy it. The pain strengthens you if you can deal with it properly. But in the opposite consideration, sometimes suffering is so great that it cannot be overcome.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*No I only took inspiration from the red theme and the traveling circus idea*
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 raises a brow "No one will be.." she said.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Serveo crouches down. “Tell me what he has done.”
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 rolls his eyes "Hm. You seem to have a lot a knowledge on it.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"He will know, I can't!" She hisses, her ears flattening against her skull.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“The memories were… taken, but the assimilated knowledge remains. I have suffered in the year since I was cast out. HnnNNn, there is little I can recall of these things. That doesn’t mean I don’t still have the lessons I learned from my pain, though.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Douxgras stands on a nearby fire escape, several pie boxes floating around him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels