Rain saw the very last bit of the Cyrus and Dorian fight. He follows after Dorian.
Dorian is contemplating ways to torture Cyrus in his room
Rain walks through the door, sending it splintering across the ground. “What the heck man. What’s your problem with Cyrus?”
"That door was mahogany. Mahogany is expensive. And learn how to knock."
“Unimportant.”
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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'll leave but I'll never apologize to this trash." He kicks Cyrus in the shins before walking away. As the chains cool down and disappear, causing Cyrus to fall to the ground in a shivering, writhing heap
Raigan walks over and carries Cyrus to the medical ward. Slick stays where he is.
Other than the occasional twitch, Cyrus remains unconscious and unmoving
He lays him down on one of the beds and calls a doctor. After his healing he checks on Cyrus.
"ello." His normally faint Irish accent is for some reason more noticeable
"You got stomped dude." Raigan chuckles.
"Yeah. Not all that fun having white hot chains being pressed into your skin."
“Imagine white hot heat under your skin.” He reveals his glowing veins “I’ll help you spin back on him. Speaking of which will you join my gang?”
Rain saw the very last bit of the Cyrus and Dorian fight. He follows after Dorian.
Dorian is contemplating ways to torture Cyrus in his room
Rain walks through the door, sending it splintering across the ground. “What the heck man. What’s your problem with Cyrus?”
"That door was mahogany. Mahogany is expensive. And learn how to knock."
“Unimportant.”
*Slick’ll fix it anyway.*
"It is to me. Now what do you want?"
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"I'll leave but I'll never apologize to this trash." He kicks Cyrus in the shins before walking away. As the chains cool down and disappear, causing Cyrus to fall to the ground in a shivering, writhing heap
Raigan walks over and carries Cyrus to the medical ward. Slick stays where he is.
Other than the occasional twitch, Cyrus remains unconscious and unmoving
He lays him down on one of the beds and calls a doctor. After his healing he checks on Cyrus.
"ello." His normally faint Irish accent is for some reason more noticeable
"You got stomped dude." Raigan chuckles.
"Yeah. Not all that fun having white hot chains being pressed into your skin."
“Imagine white hot heat under your skin.” He reveals his glowing veins “I’ll help you spin back on him. Speaking of which will you join my gang?”
"No thank you. Joining a gang sounds like a horrible idea mate. Plus Dorian will beat me bloody senseles."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"I'll leave but I'll never apologize to this trash." He kicks Cyrus in the shins before walking away. As the chains cool down and disappear, causing Cyrus to fall to the ground in a shivering, writhing heap
Raigan walks over and carries Cyrus to the medical ward. Slick stays where he is.
Other than the occasional twitch, Cyrus remains unconscious and unmoving
He lays him down on one of the beds and calls a doctor. After his healing he checks on Cyrus.
"ello." His normally faint Irish accent is for some reason more noticeable
"You got stomped dude." Raigan chuckles.
"Yeah. Not all that fun having white hot chains being pressed into your skin."
“Imagine white hot heat under your skin.” He reveals his glowing veins “I’ll help you spin back on him. Speaking of which will you join my gang?”
"No thank you. Joining a gang sounds like a horrible idea mate. Plus Dorian will beat me bloody senseles."
“I think he already did that part. Rain is handling it.”
"I'll leave but I'll never apologize to this trash." He kicks Cyrus in the shins before walking away. As the chains cool down and disappear, causing Cyrus to fall to the ground in a shivering, writhing heap
Raigan walks over and carries Cyrus to the medical ward. Slick stays where he is.
Other than the occasional twitch, Cyrus remains unconscious and unmoving
He lays him down on one of the beds and calls a doctor. After his healing he checks on Cyrus.
"ello." His normally faint Irish accent is for some reason more noticeable
"You got stomped dude." Raigan chuckles.
"Yeah. Not all that fun having white hot chains being pressed into your skin."
“Imagine white hot heat under your skin.” He reveals his glowing veins “I’ll help you spin back on him. Speaking of which will you join my gang?”
"No thank you. Joining a gang sounds like a horrible idea mate. Plus Dorian will beat me bloody senseles."
“I think he already did that part. Rain is handling it.”
"....Oh. Well then. I guess this won't end well for me."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"....Oh. Well then. I guess this won't end well for me."
"Why's that? It's not like he could beat him."
"Dorian may be proud but he can tell when he can't win. Does rain have anyone important to him?"
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"....Oh. Well then. I guess this won't end well for me."
"Why's that? It's not like he could beat him."
"Dorian may be proud but he can tell when he can't win. Does rain have anyone important to him?"
"Dang, he just got a boyfriend too. You could also say Slick has Fyra as his girlfriend and he messed with him too."
"Then lets hope Dorian doesn't find out. If he can't beat them physically he'll break them mentally. Or at least try to."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Rain saw the very last bit of the Cyrus and Dorian fight. He follows after Dorian.
Dorian is contemplating ways to torture Cyrus in his room
Rain walks through the door, sending it splintering across the ground. “What the heck man. What’s your problem with Cyrus?”
"That door was mahogany. Mahogany is expensive. And learn how to knock."
“Unimportant.”
*Slick’ll fix it anyway.*
"It is to me. Now what do you want?"
"For you to explain what your problem with Cyrus is."
"I hate him with a passion and wish horrible things to befall him."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"....Oh. Well then. I guess this won't end well for me."
"Why's that? It's not like he could beat him."
"Dorian may be proud but he can tell when he can't win. Does rain have anyone important to him?"
"Dang, he just got a boyfriend too. You could also say Slick has Fyra as his girlfriend and he messed with him too."
"Then lets hope Dorian doesn't find out. If he can't beat them physically he'll break them mentally. Or at least try to."
"We can just kill em." Raigan shrugs.
"Rather not kill my own family."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Unimportant.”
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
“Imagine white hot heat under your skin.” He reveals his glowing veins “I’ll help you spin back on him. Speaking of which will you join my gang?”
*Slick’ll fix it anyway.*
"It is to me. Now what do you want?"
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"No thank you. Joining a gang sounds like a horrible idea mate. Plus Dorian will beat me bloody senseles."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“I think he already did that part. Rain is handling it.”
"....Oh. Well then. I guess this won't end well for me."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Why's that? It's not like he could beat 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
"Dorian may be proud but he can tell when he can't win. Does rain have anyone important to him?"
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Dang, he just got a boyfriend too. You could also say Slick has Fyra as his girlfriend and he messed with him too."
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
"For you to explain what your problem with Cyrus is."
Back in black baby
"Then lets hope Dorian doesn't find out. If he can't beat them physically he'll break them mentally. Or at least try to."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*We will never see GradGod again.*
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
*Most likely not. Also like I said I don't really like the name Grad. Can I just be gradius?*
Back in black baby
"I hate him with a passion and wish horrible things to befall him."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"We can just kill em." Raigan shrugs.
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
*Totally dudearino.*
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
"Why."
Back in black baby
"Rather not kill my own family."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"So would you rather be tortured by them?"
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