#woven-warrior

[fools-lord]

Out of the den, into a fight. With so many strikes from overwhelming numbers and enough blows to the head, she's forgotten why she came into this colossuem or why she was fighting. For her life, perhaps. She knew she needed to win. Hornet cleared wave after wave for some reason, some unknown reason. At this point, she was running on fumea and adrenalin. (woven-warrior)

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“My Lord, you need to be overseeing this trial,” the voice of a sturdy Fool rouses Virisec from his slumber.

“And why is that? I’ve been working my spines off for a week straight getting things in order, and you dare tell me what I must do?” The drowsy Wyrm growls in reply.

“It’s... the Pale Wyrm’s daughter, she’s in the arena,”

Lord Fool is wide awake in an instant. He rolls over to rise to his feet, and shoulders his way past the Fool out of the den. He hauls himself up into the stands, to his throne, to look down over the arena.

Sure enough, there’s Hornet, awaiting the next wave of opponents. Lord Fool lowers his head and parts his jaws slightly. He can smell the adrenaline, he can see the apparent exhaustion in little signs no other bug would pay close enough attention to note. 

The gate rattles, and Lord Fool straightens his posture. As some infected bug behind the portcullis roars, the Blackwyrm bellows loud enough to make the arena shake; 

“ENOUGH!”

Countless Fools pause to look to their Lord, and silence falls as he lowers himself into the pit to approach his niece- the niece he had never gotten to formally meet before now. “Come along, out of the arena with you.” he speaks again, quieter now. “You’ve fought hard enough.”

[troupemaster]

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It’s rare for Grimm to leave his tent, much rarer still for him to leave the Troupe’s grounds, but here he is. Sometimes a bat just needs a moment to breathe.

Down into Hallownest he ventures, ignoring the draw of the temple to pass it by further into the ruins, up until he comes across another of his ilk. Intriguing.

“Good afternoon to you.”

[muse-arcadia]

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-{| A young boy awakens in a world foreign to him.  It didn't take long for him to figure out such with the surrounding environment.  So, where is he?  His memory is entirely fuzzy like static, so thinking on it won't help...  Rising to his feet, the only thing he could do is wrap his cloak around him, fasten the bandaging over his left eye, and press forward to explore in search of answers to his current whereabouts... |}-

[combat-ant]

@woven-warrior liked for a starter : Hornet

Everything aches. Tiso can hardly see straight, and his arm is hanging at an awkward angle, meaning he’s forced to drag his shield in the other. He’s managed to drag himself all the way to Deepnest, gods know how.

One of his legs gives under him, and he falls. When he looks up, he sees his sibling’s face. One of the many he left behind. They hold their hand out to him, and he tries to crawl closer. “Hey, you-“ he coughs. “Gotta help me,”

Their neck cracks, and Tiso goes slack with shock. Or maybe it’s the blood loss. Either way, he can only watch as they contort into something he can’t quite make out. Tall and horrible, glowing orange, and snarling.

Tiso feels himself be picked up, and he’s helpless to stop it. He’s losing energy fast. Then.. whatever picked him up drops him, and snarls again. Tiso can’t bring himself to move.

[queenherrah]

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He never stopped to see his niece, he never set foot into Herrah’s den, not for a long time. But still Siviks finds himself face to face with the little one. Though he’d never seen her before, the curve of horns that matches her mother’s is unmistakable. Hornet, he’s heard the princess’ name is.

“Where is your mother, spiderling?” Siviks questions, crouching to look at her better, the two eyes that still remain in his head narrowing. “Shouldn’t you be at home?”

[the-worlds-the-limit]

Continued from (X) bc Tumblr’s terrible. @woven-warrior

“I don’t get the how, but as long as it helps.” He pats Quirrel on the shoulder. He only looks at him for a little while, but instantly he can tell that something’s up. “You look tired, kiddo. Sorry I haven’t been able to help.”

[dreamerslegacy]

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Hornet had protected Hallownest for her whole life. Patrolled it’s corridors, slain it’s husks and monsters lurking within. There had always been something to do. But now, with The Radiance destroyed, she found herself idle for the first time in decades.

All the husks had dropped dead, and the few remaining bugs had come out of hiding. Ghost had claimed the King’s brand, and was rightfully the next king. She could return to Deepnest but...there was nothing left there really. Vespa was gone, her mother was gone...she wasn’t sure how the white lady would feel about her, being the result of her husband laying with another bug.

“What do I do now?” She’d say out loud, more to herself than anyone else.

[thevoidknights]

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The small Vessel was at the moment anything but stoic, no they were giving quite a few chirps and clicks from their Void. After all, they’d found Quirrel again! Their first friend! It would also appear that Ghost didn’t want to release the scholar at any point in the near future, afraid that he would wander off once again. Though they did relinquish enough of their hold on him in order to sign. 

“Where Quirrel go? Ghost worried!”