#wovensentinel

[theforgottenlight]

@wovensentinel​

This had to be some kind of cruel joke on her, didn’t it? It seemed all of the Radiance’s strength and powers had been sapped away by some mysterious force, on top of the defeat she had already suffered at the claws of the void. And now, while she had finally found another bug in this city, it was one that she recognized in some of the worst ways.

She knew of the daughter of the beast-- the daughter of one of the dreamers who had been used to seal her away within that awful vessel. She was aware of her half-wyrm heritage, as well; it was hard not to be, when she only existed because of the deal made specifically to trap the moth god. She had only learned about the entire plan via the vessel’s memories of it post her sealing, of course... but it still meant she was aware of it.

The Hollow Knight themself had had fond memories of Hornet even if they had never been able to actually show how they felt, and those thoughts and feelings of love were some of the ones the Radiance had twisted to eventually break their mind, forcing their mind and body under her powerful control. She almost had to laugh-- the wyrm was not nearly as good at creating empty things as he thought he was, apparently.

Somehow, though, Hornet herself had always eluded her grasp. That wasn’t to say that the moth hadn’t tried to reach her too, but even after she had broken almost entirely free from within the vessel, the half-spider seemed to of had quite the resilient mind; the Radiance couldn’t find a way in, even when she did have all her abilities. And now, she didn’t even have that much.

Part of her was aware that she should probably get out of her before she was noticed, but it seemed to be too late for that already. The beast’s daughter was looking at her.

[galaxychords]

thread the needle

        As Nova’s foot caught on another branch, he reflected on how his country upbringing should be kicking in to aid navigation of Cotes’ forested landscape. Throwing a hand out to catch his weight on a trunk, they regarded the poor state of their sneakers now scuffed by the uneven dirt path through the glade.

        A horrid journey with the heat of the encroaching summer permeating even this tight knit group of trees. They shed their hoodie after a moment of contemplation, tying the arms around their waist to reveal a high necked tanktop and arm gloves. Not exactly summer weather but they were on a quest to restock their fridge. Turning back for a change of outfit simply was not an option.

        A high blip of something bigger than a bird moving through the trees made Nova swing around to face what they estimated to be a shorter person who, for some reason was wearing a bone white mask and perched in the branches.

        “Excuse me,” he asked, skipping pleasantries of ‘hi how are you’ or ‘why are you in a tree’. “Could you orient me in the general direction of the Oparalian Markets? Whatever insidious forces coaxes this forest to grow has paved over the sorry excuse for a road I preferred to take.” An awfully fancy way to say ‘I’m lost’. “I’ll take directions in north, west, east, south axis given that landmarks are virtually useless in this menagerie.”

@wovensentinel​

[warriorcourier]

@wovensentinel The forest was a place that he’d heard might have been the source of these nasty beasts. While he considered the option of going in as it was, he’d opted not to go too unprepared. He’d learned to fight these things quickly. Diamond is the only thing that can harm them, and while his powers might not shatter them, it certainly stunned and stumbled them. Using his advanced tool building knowledge and the new resources provided, he set about putting together a makeshift arsenal. A monster-hunting expedition required an adequately prepared after all.

His shortbow, while weak, enabled rapid fire of diamond tipped arrows, and was slung over one shoulder with the quiver at his waist. Javelins made from strong shafts of wood and tipped with diamond shards were effective short melee weapons and also strong ranged weapons in his hands, and a makeshift bag of them were slung across his back. To top it all off, he’d spent time working on a makeshift Halberd, the axehead carefully fashioned from a curved and sharp shard of diamond while the tip was strong and thin. The counter weight was a chunk of diamond, formed into a crude hooking device. Finally, something he could work with that wouldn’t shatter in two seconds! Prepared, he set off into the woods.

The sounds of combat drew his attention. Were the beasts fighting? Was someone else already here? Keeping to the treetops to avoid unnecessary conflict and stay hidden, he lands gracefully on a branch, peering down into an opening. His eyes widen. There, surrounded by at least three diamondized creatures, was a person. The weapon in their hand told him everything he needed to know, but their condition did not look good. They seemed to be on their last legs, and he would not let their journey end here. One of the beasts rears its ugly head, about to take a bite out of this traveler, when a flurry of arrows strikes the beast along its body, the shafts snapping from the impact, but the diamond tipped heads sticking and doing damage. Out of the trees, Roro looses another three arrows into its face as he falls. He hits the ground, rolling and grabbing two arrows out of his quiver. He sinks them into beast with ease, stowing his bow and grabbing a crafted javelin out of his bag and leaping up to avoid a swipe from the wounded beast. He lands on top of it, sticking the javelin into its neck. It stumbles and falls, while the second beast, a Yeti creature, beats its chest and lumbers at him. Roro grabs another javelin, vaulting off the still corpse and over the Yeti, sinking one, two, and three into its back before he lands at the same time it collapses. Having expended all of his available ammunition, he draws his Halberd, diamond blade and tip glinting in the light. He positions himself between the wounded warrior and the last beast, a golem of sorts. Purple energy crackles up and down his arms as he readies his weapon in a defensive stance. “Can you walk? I need to you find cover while I deal with this one.”

[beyond-use]

It’s been... difficult, since Hornet left. Not difficult in the sense that Rung's found himself unable to function (quite the opposite, actually, as he’s poured his empty time more and more into late nights at Cykes or into keeping the flower shop that is still Hornet’s afloat), but difficult in the way he always knew it would be. He’s dealt with loss time and time again, and both he and Hornet entered their amicaship knowing that they could be separated at any moment. So the pain of it isn’t a shock, isn’t something for which he hadn’t been prepared, isn’t anything he can’t treat for others or for himself. But it’s there nonetheless, dull and suffocating, in much the same way that this strange precipitation has been blocking out the sun and coloring the sky a deadened, muted white.

Rung picks his way carefully back from Iron Rose. There’s a funny taste in his mouth as he makes sure not to slip on the ice creeping along the path up to his house. He knows what he’ll find at the end-- a house that’s just a little too big for him now, empty and chilled. If it weren’t for the promise of more bad weather hanging heavily in the sky, he might have stayed in the shop and not come home tonight at all.

But a moment later he finds himself very, very lucky that he has. It’s-- she’s--

“Hello, Hornet,” Rung says quietly, joy and regret tinting his tone in equal measure. He’s so, so happy to see her-- and he also knows that the cost of their reunion is whatever freedom she’s enjoyed these past two weeks.

The ground is cold when he falls to his knees, opening his arms at once in invitation. She’s back, and despite the cost, he can’t help but be grateful.

@wovensentinel !

[courageousguise]

@wovensentinel​

‘Who are you? I haven’t seen you around here before.’ Link didn’t think himself the most knowledgeable person in Spirale or anything like that, but it was a bit unusual to see other people out wandering the outskirts of Cotes. Exploring the swamp was fun to him, and the odd skeleton helped him stay on his toes, so he came by often.

‘Do you wanna explore together? It’s not as often that I get to look around these parts with others!’

[ascarletflame]

@wovensentinel​

Hold on. Grimm abruptly stops his aimless tour of the city, staring forward.

“Princess? Is that you?”

There's no doubt. That faint spirit of a pale wyrm. He remembers her distinctly, although she's no longer the little girl he'd seen back then. Ah... wait, she probably doesn't know who he is.

“My apologies. I am Grimm – I've just come from Hallownest,” he introduces. “Though, I can't say it was intentional. Something is awry. But why are you here? For the same reason?”

[voidgivenheart]

@wovensentinel Starter From Here

They supposed it was inevitable for someone to trip over part of them. They were rather... large, and not very bug-like normally. However, when they looked down and saw Hornet, they perked up.

Leaning down, they helped her up, nudging her lightly with their... snout? They think it’s a snout at least.

Gently, they pat themselves, grabbing their notebook.

‘Fine. Is Hornet Fine?’

It’s a bit crude, in terms of handwriting, but they’re getting better at writing. They’re proud of that.

[isolaradiale]

hiiiiiiiii after a bit of a break I'm here again to reapp hornet from hollow knight! you can find her stuff under /app or on the 4th tab on the sidebar. thanks! :]

Welcome back!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 152.

You’ll retain everything from your previous stay!

Enjoy your stay!

– mod maia