No title available
sheepfilms
Three Goblin Art
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
almost home
cherry valley forever
Cosimo Galluzzi
h
official daine visual archive
JVL
No title available
Not today Justin
hello vonnie
Claire Keane
todays bird
$LAYYYTER
Mike Driver
Cosmic Funnies
Monterey Bay Aquarium
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Argentina
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Vietnam
seen from Germany
seen from Brazil
seen from Russia
seen from Russia
seen from Italy
seen from Malaysia
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Ireland
seen from Germany
seen from Brazil
seen from Brazil
@theforgottenlight
THE RADIANCE (HOLLOW KNIGHT)
literally god. and also the sun.
rules over dreams
created an entire race of moths to love her
they turned their backs on her and forgot about her
rage incarnate as a result of this
the cause of the infection that destroyed an entire kingdom and killed many, many bugs
not even remotely sorry about it
at least she was rational enough to leave other kingdoms alone?
still though
also do NOT speak to her about the nightmare god--
ripple-princess:
What.
What.
“Y-you sure? Grimm?” She breathed out. Why would he do this to his own sister? His own blood? Was Liquus right? She shook her head. No, impossible. She knew him! He was always friendly! But maybe just because she saved him from the ocean’s edge. So he decided to pay her back by not hurting her.
Was that why so many people hate him? Hate him so much? Had Grimm hurt them? And he’s a god. Something he never told her. He’s a god. A god of nightmares of all things. That was why he was there to wake her up. But why would he wake her up from her nightmare?
No, no he isn’t evil. But why his sister? Unless…
Nautilus took a step back from the moth. “Radiance… You are the sister of Grimm. Grimm. My friend. Why, why did he hurt you? Tell me, why?” She slowly backed away, fear creeping up from her. Yes, nightmares are bad, but dreams are deceitful, she saw that herself with the Dream Oracle.
Tears were at the edge of her face “Why Oracle, WHY?” Oops, let that slip.
“How could I not be sure?!” She didn’t mean to snap like that; she was just in a lot of pain, and being doubted on whether or not she knew her own attacker when said attacker was her own brother... it felt insulting, to say the least.
Hearing that this person was his friend, though... the Radiance immediately began to try and push herself back up off the ground, preparing to leave the scene if she had to. Unfortunately, she was only getting weaker the longer she bled like this, and as a result found herself shaking quite a bit on her legs as she stood, golden blood soaking through her fur and dripping to the sidewalk below. Despite this, she did her best to stand tall.
“I know not this oracle you speak of. As for why he attacked me... he loves the wyrm that stole everything from me so. He’d rather kiss the wyrm’s feet than cooperate with his own flesh and blood for one second,” She growled. “He helped that wyrm, you know. Helped him to seal me away. Helped him to steal the kingdom that was once mine; helped him to take the moths I created away. He hates me-- specifically me.”
Of course, that was leaving a lot of details out. Important ones, such as how she had trapped him in his own realm for some time as well after their bickering had begun to escalate into full on arguments, and then into battles. It was really no wonder that they would try to hurt each other so much now.
“I do not know if he was jealous of the love and care that the moths and I had. I do not care. He has hurt me beyond repair.” A pause. “If you are his friend-- no, if you associate with him at all-- I do not want your help.”
ripple-princess:
Ah, it can talk!
“Oh no! Your own brother? And he’s here? What awful news! And nightmarish I know how evil nightmares can be.”
She grabbed her second phone she got on this island. She looks at her contacts, should she call Grimm? He’s a trustworthy fellow. Nah, she probably should contact an ambulance. After talking to the person on the line she went to continue talking to the fluffball.
“I’ve contacted an ambulance to go get you, but stay here for now. And what does your brother look like anyways, just in case I see him I know to avoid him or maybe scold him. Anyways my name is Princess Nautilus of the Ripple Kingdom! Yours?”
“He is black and red, for the most part, and he calls himself Grimm-- Troupe Master Grimm, if you want to be as overly dramatic as he is.” The Radiance scoffed, unaware of the fact that this person had already met her dreadful brother and saw him in an actually positive light. “He is, in fact, the god of nightmares. He likes to use fire a lot, as well...”
A princess, hm? It wasn’t any kingdom she had ever heard of, so she didn’t have any reason to be wary of her. “As for me, I am known as the Radiance.” The fluffy moth winced, pressing one wing against her scorched fur and bleeding hide to try and soothe the wounds. It, of course, didn’t actually do much.
wovensentinel:
Hornet… doesn’t understand why she’s laughing. It was a genuine question, and the longer she goes on, the more embarrassed Hornet feels. Did she really misinterpret the situation so poorly? But… there’s nothing else she can think of…
It’s only when the moth explains herself, albeit vaguely, that Hornet truly does begin to understand. To rot inside an empty mind… But… that doesn’t make sense. That can’t make sense- the Infection isn’t a person, it’s- it’s just a disease, isn’t it? An infection. A condition that rots your mind and leaves you as nothing more than a burning, empty shell of a bug… Something so horrible, something… something Hornet now knows the sensation of. Something she’d tried to forget, wanted very desperately to forget- How does one just forget? How could she ever forget? Even now, she swears she can feel it again, that burning pain that eats you up from the inside, the horrible feeling of being watched that can only fade with death or the Infection consuming you completely, it’s-
…It’s a bug.
It’s this bug.
“I…” Hornet is entirely lost for words. “Y- you were… Do you even know what you’ve done?” Her voice sounds calm, somehow, despite all the intense feelings brewing inside her. “My… I lost my mother because of you. I lost my entire family because of you. My entire species left the kingdom, left me behind, because of you. Bugs everywhere have been divided for years, decades because of you. All for- what? A petty argument between monarchs? Between gods? This is why I renounced such a status, because I was disgusted by my fathers actions, by his aloofness as a god, and now I find none of you are any better! You’ve destroyed a world! You’ve destroyed families and countless other relationships because two bugs who think they’re too fucking important for everyone else couldn’t decide who was more important! You-! Y- you…” By now, Hornet was shouting, and she’d found herself again at a loss for words. She stares at the sidewalk, dumbfounded. “Did you even stop to consider the damage you’d caused? Even for a second? Did you ever stop to wonder if any of this was ever worth it? Or were you too blindsided by your own perceived gloriousness to even consider that you’re anywhere less than perfect?”
“Silence.”
The word spoken was harsh, filled with cold undertones.
“Do you even know what he took from me? Do you know why the moths are all gone? Do you truly think it was simply because of a desire for glory that I acted out? Before those lands were Hallownest, they belonged to me-- to all the moths. I cared for them, and they loved me. And he... stole all of that.” She paused. “Do you really think causing all of this was my intent, anyways? It wasn’t.“
She didn’t regret what she had done, no. But it was true that the infection hadn’t exactly been planned. It had just... been born from her anger, her rage that she had been hurt and abandoned in such a way. Even now, a fire still burned within her, preventing her from feeling much of anything towards the bug standing before her-- except for pity, perhaps. It must have been truly awful to have a father with no sense of compassion towards anything or anyone, and a mother who was dumb enough to follow the wyrm’s frankly ridiculous plan in the first place. Still, she didn’t see it as her fault that the beast had been foolish enough to go through with it.
“They forgot about me, because of him. All of them. Because of what he took from me. And under his rule, they all died. And he never even told you that I once existed. Never told you what had caused such a thing to spawn in his precious kingdom. Never told you that he sat on a stolen throne.” She spat once more.
“I am sorry about your mother, about your family,” She finally admitted, allowing herself to soften her rage for a mere moment. “But your father... he deserved everything that happened to him. For that reason, I cannot say I regret it.”
wovensentinel:
Hornet should be used to bugs recognizing her status- you’d think it’s the only thing she would be recognized for in Hallownest. However, it wasn’t quite the case. As the Infection spread, and civilizations left or went extinct, Hornet had less and less beings around to even speak to, let alone recognize her. That and, she had gone through some great care to not come off as recognizable at all. Even her name was not one given to her by either of her birth parents. So when someone does recognize her- especially someone she’s meeting in this realm, and especially someone she doesn’t recognize herself… it tends to set off alarms. Sill, she maintains composure. It’s likely this bug simply knew her father for a time before Hornet was born.
“I… see you know of me,” she says, “or at least, of my parents. And I see we share similar sentiments of my father. However, I’ve spent much of my life ensuring I’m much more than those two- and I’d thank you not to equate me to them.” She pauses. “That said, I assume you knew my father when I was quite young, or perhaps not even alive yet. I wasn’t aware he did business with moths.” Hornet knows the moths had left Hallownest shortly after the Pale King began his rule of Hallownest, but she hadn’t considered many would stay behind, much less speak with him on a professional level. “And considering you know of my mother too, I can only assume… Were you involved with helping to contain the Infection?” It would make sense only in that timeframe- if the King was concerned with keeping his subjects uninfected, he would speak with leaders from every type of bug, even moths.
For a moment, the Radiance stared. Involved with helping to contain the infection?
She couldn’t help it-- she began to laugh. It was quiet at first, mere giggles that weren’t quite befitting of a god of her status, but it wasn’t long before uproarious laughter was pouring out of her. Did-- did Hornet really believe she would work with that pale wyrm?! In any capacity?! He had stolen her kingdom, her people, her brother, all away from her; he had taken EVERYTHING from her, and instead of apologizing or letting her have even a small share of the lands that had been rightfully hers when she got mad, he had decided to instead lock her away inside that vessel-- inside that living cage.
She felt no remorse for the infection she had caused, nor the fact that things had gotten so much worse as she had fought to escape from within the mind of the Hollow Knight.
The bitter, harsh, laughter continued to pour from her for a couple of minutes as she fought to get herself together so she could properly respond. Her face was twisted up in a bizarre mixture of glee and rage when she did finally speak once more.
“If your idea of business is to steal everything they ever loved from them and then leave them to rot inside of an empty mind--” She paused for a long time before continuing, eyes narrowing.
“Then yes, your father, that pale wyrm, did indeed do business with moths. You could say I was involved, but it certainly wasn’t by choice.”
She was well aware that such statements would more than give her away. She no longer cared, however. The intense hatred bubbling within her as she thought of the Pale King was eating away at her from the inside out, and seeing the half-wyrm’s reaction to realizing who was standing in front of her was too good a chance to not take.
@apexquartz
The Radiance had seen so many of these creatures walking around by now. They all had, at least vaguely, the same kind of shape as each other, with a strange mane coming from their heads. Although this one did seem unique compared to the others, both in color and in the fact that her nose looked quite different-- it reminded her more of a gemstone than anything else-- she still felt the need to approach in hopes of getting some answers.
“What are you, dear mortal?” Straightforward and to the point. There was no reason to beat around the bush.
dreamershatter:
My empty eyes continued to look into her own. I wondered, briefly, if she could feel our desire to destroy that light she wielded as a weapon to destroy the minds of others. And though I could separate myself from my siblings, all of us unified in that answer. Distant as it was now, and power it did not grant me, the Void connected all of us even here. That much, I could feel.
Even with this, I sheathed my nail. I had a feeling I could simply overtake Her if She stepped out of line. Her power, like my own, may have been taken from Her.
[ Does it humble you to be a stranger in these lands? To walk in worlds unfamiliar, as mundane as any other grub? ]
What was this feeling… something a little warm. Amusement?
[ I will make no attempt to stifle your Light. To see you wander aimlessly, alone and without love… That will suffice. ]
After all, I had done the same. Oh, but if I could turn the Void against her and watch as husks threw themselves at her to impede her progress… that would be more amusing still.
[ I have no desire to help you. ]
She’d be lying if she had said she hadn’t expected a response like that one from them, to be fair. As such, only a simple tsk sound would leave the moth, even as she turned away from the tiny vessel. Still, the comment about being without love... it got under her skin more than she would have liked to admit. She didn’t like that she had no one. But she would never admit that-- not to them.
“So be it, then. You know as well as I do that a god cannot be contained forever, however.” She would get her powers back some way or another. The Radiance was already dead set on that, and wasn’t about to give up so soon-- not to this vessel. Not even if they had united with the rest of the void back in Hallownest. Not even if they had been about to destroy her when she had been pulled here.
They were both weakened in this place for now, but the sun would rise; dawn would break, and she would blaze free. She was certain of it.
wovensentinel:
Hornet’s days off consisted mostly these days of taking walks to the park and enjoying the calm that could come from it. She finds herself more and more enamored with small pleasures- something she was used to in Hallownest, of course, but being in this realm had changed her somewhat. She’s been near manic at times trying to find escape routes, or to fight more than she knew she reasonably could, or being fully prepared throw her life away for small things, knowing that it wouldn’t matter come the next day. Perhaps she’s simply becoming complacent in her situation? She should hope not- she still finds herself being angry with the Stars at any mention of them, especially during this current event of theirs… But she’s completed enough quests for now. She’s allowed a day off.
Pausing at a stoplight waiting for it to change, Hornet’s eye is caught by a large being she’s never seen before. Living on Spirale, of course one will meet many large beings, and of course one will meet many the likes of which they’ve never seen before. But the thing that set apart this stranger from most others was that she was a bug- and Hornet didn’t know her. Granted, Hornet didn’t recognize Grimm when she had first met him here- though she would later find out they did have some shared history. But this bug… wasn’t even an average bug. This was a moth. Hornet thought moths had gone extinct, or at least had all fled Hallownest. Perhaps this bug was from another kingdom? Or perhaps she used to live in Hallownest herself…
The idea that this stranger may very well contain knowledge of things Hornet wouldn’t know- things she couldn’t find in ruins of holy places or in the left-behind writings of long gone species of bug… Needless to say, it enticed her. She crossed the street, the stranger having noticed her too by now, and approached.
“Apologies if my staring caused you any discomfort,” she says. “It’s just rare that I find another bug here. My name is Hornet- what do they call you?”
To be quite honest, when she was asked to introduce herself, the Radiance wasn’t sure how to react. Some part of her was aware that it made sense that the beast’s daughter knew not of her, but it was still somewhat unexpected at the same time; that damn wyrm. He had never even told his own spawn why he had to seal her sibling away, did he? How awful. The moth was well aware she had no room to speak, having caused plenty of heartbreak herself, but she couldn’t imagine hurting her own children without ever giving them true answers quite like that.
As a result of the brief moment of surprise, the moth found herself looking quite dumbfounded for a good few seconds, before finally shaking her head to clear her thoughts. She had already made quite a few enemies here just from her existence within the same realm as them-- did she really want another one right now? If she revealed the full extent of her identity, she was sure the daughter of the beast would be quick to turn on her as well. Still, the pride of a god meant she was only comfortable hiding who she was to a certain degree.
“My name has long since been forgotten,” It was the truth, yet still a lie via omission. “You come from Hallownest, correct? Daughter of... the king,” There was a certain sourness to those last two words that made it clear that she didn’t exactly have a fondness for the pale wyrm who had ruled the place. “As well as the heir of the beast.”
ripple-princess:
Nautilus was walking, not really expecting everything, and especially not expecting a ball of fluff to suddenly appear in front of her.
“Woah!” She cried out. Then she noticed a wound on the side of the fluffball, a golden liquid seeping into its fur. “Oh no! What happened?”
She kneeled in front of the creature. It seemed to resonate with a glow. Oh, who in this city would hurt such a holy being? “S-stay here, I’ll get some bandages and take you to a… Doctor…? Vet…?”
“My dear, nightmarish brother happened,” The Radiance spat with hatred clear in her tone, wings twitching as the odd creature knelt down in front of her. It was probably a good thing that she didn’t know what a vet was; she would have taken offense to being referred to as an animal, if she had known. She was a god, after all; didn’t these mortals have any respect?
She did know what a doctor was, at least. Though the moth huffed, breathing heavily due to the pain she was in, she didn’t voice any objections to the idea. Medical attention probably would be fairly helpful, here.
She’s just going to lay on the floor and hope Grimm doesn’t find her here. While also trying to ignore the fact that she’s very much probably doing the god equivalent of bleeding out, because as a matter of fact, it’s very hard to bandage yourself when you’re super fluffy and only really have wings to use to hold the bandages.
ascarletflame:
“Why not? In scarlet fire, you will burn. I care not the price.”
If she believes he’s the one who stole her power, Grimm has no qualms with letting her continue to believe that. Let her think he has that much over her so her pitiful little pride can shatter under his foot.
The Nightmare King is done talking. Arm outstretched, a flame in hand comes to his aid in battle for the first time in so long; all he’d used it for on the island was to entertain all in dance, until now. He leaps forward with speed, burning claws aiming to strike across his dear sister’s body. He wants her golden blood, and that’s all that’s on his mind.
He was fast. The Radiance already knew that beforehand, of course, but she had no real way to get away right now, other than hoping her teleportation would work-- and there wasn’t nearly enough time to even try it before flaming claws dug into her, tearing away at her body and burning quite easily through all her fluff.
A loud, dreadful (and yet, strangely holy sounding) scream would pierce throughout the ward-- and yet, despite this, the Radiance would not bend. She would not allow herself to break that easily. Using her slightly larger size to her advantage, she did her best to ignore the scorching feeling pulsing deeply across her injured midsection, wrapping her large wings tightly around Grimm now that he was close. With him in her grasp, she immediately made an attempt to slam him as hard into the pavement (headfirst, of course) as she could manage right now.
And yet, she knew she couldn’t take another hit like that already. If he recovered fast enough from that, she’d be done for. How? How had he done this to her? It felt like all her stamina, all her strength and abilities, they were all just... gone. Her body was shaking, both from how furious she was and from the pain wracking her form.
Focusing for a moment while she still could, the moth started to glow-- and then disappeared, teleporting about half the ward away. Golden blood that seemed very similar to essence and tufts of fluff in Grimm’s claws would be the only evidence she had been there at all-- for the time being, anyways...
dreamershatter:
@theforgottenlight liked for a starter!
It was by mere coincidence that we locked sight unto each other. I was exploring more of this strange city and writing my own maps, and She appeared to have been doing the same. Perhaps it was a common sense to explore one’s surroundings in an unfamiliar area–something She had not previously done, given Her imprisonment in the Realm of Dreams. Or so I assumed.
When I turned to her, it was without fear or trepidation. My purpose was to kill her, after all.
[ Do you bear grudge to these strange bugs as well? Is it your intention to infect their minds as well? ]
...it was speaking to her. That was a first. Even within the realm of the mind of that other, much taller vessel, they hadn’t appeared to of had any way to communicate with her; aside from vague feelings and memories that she was able to play with much like toys. It had made perfect sense to her why, upon being summoned into Godhome, they had let their nail do the talking for them, given their sibling’s status and all.
The questions they posed to her still caused the moth’s eyes to narrow into threatening slits. As far as she was aware, she had no reason to do anything to the strange bugs of this land just yet; they weren’t the ones who had turned their backs on her, aside from her horrible excuse for a brother. Was she only a monster in their eyes? She had her reasons for doing what she had done, even if those reasons may have been very flawed.
“No. I bear no grudge to the strange beings here,” She answered honestly, forcing her voice to stay steady. She knew how powerful of a foe this one was; perhaps if she had been taken from a different time instead of moments before being ripped apart by the Shadelord, she wouldn’t have felt the same, genuine fear she was feeling right now, but alas. Like with Grimm, however, her pride-- her damned pride, which would likely become her downfall-- refused to let her show any signs of how she was actually feeling towards the small vessel.
“Even if I did, I do not believe I’d be able to at the moment, anyways.” Perhaps an admission of weakness wasn’t the best choice in front of them, but she was hoping it would at least allow them to think twice about if they really had a reason to attack right now before doing it.
“I am well aware we will never be friends, vessel. Both your father and the void within you have made sure of that.” There was a long pause. “But, I’d at least like to know where we are first, if you must make an attempt to strike me down.” As unfortunate as it was for her, they seemed to have at least somewhat of an idea as to what was going on here, whereas the Radiance herself was rather clueless.
ascarletflame:
It’s just a normal day, Grimm thinks. Other than the Star’s games they want everyone to play, nothing’s all that different. He’s walking absently after the eclipse, just out of curiosity, when a gorgeous looking outfit catches his eye.
Then, something else in the window’s reflection catches his narrowing eyes. The sight summons an ancient rage within the King of Nightmares, but he doesn’t make a move other than the tightening of his fists beneath his cloak and his body shaking with anger.
“What is it?” Grimm answers, turning his head. “You’ve not taken enough from me yet? My freedom, my friend, my home? That was not enough for you?”
He turns, scarlet glare like venom. Everything was her fault. Everything. At their full strength, the Radiance overpowered him as she’s proven before, but this is different. She’s nothing but a useless ball of fluff now. Grimm knows she won’t die for good here… but she doesn’t know that. Let her face the desperation of being crushed beneath him.
“For what you’ve done, I will pay you back tenfold. All the pain you’ve caused Wyrm, the Hollow Knight, and me… Despair now, dear sister of mine.”
While there was enough venom and hatred in Grimm’s eyes to kill any regular bug with a mere glance, the Radiance was no ordinary bug. She met his gaze head-on, staring him down with just as much hatred bubbling within her own body, as well.
How dare he? He took away her powers (or so she assumed, at least), and now had the gall to tell her she had caused pain to the wyrm? Frankly, to her, he had deserved every bit of agony he had gone through. It was his just desserts for turning her own creations away from her, from leaving her all alone to be miserable and forgotten. Perhaps her brother was right about the Hollow Knight-- she could have been gentler on them-- but then again, it was still payback for the wyrm’s foolish plan of trapping her inside them in the first place.
How dare he.
“Is this how you fight, dearest brother? With cheats and tricks? By taking away my abilities so that I have no way of standing a chance?” She paused. “Mark my words-- burn a single feather on me with those atrocious flames, and you will more than pay the price for it in time.”
It was true, she had no idea that she’d be able to come back if she died yet. But, frankly, she wasn’t planning on dying in the first place. She still had ways to escape if he decided to turn to violence right now instead of heeding her words.
...she hoped she had ways, at least. She hadn’t tested if her teleportation was still there yet. A sudden pang of anxiety ran cold through the god, but she wouldn’t show it; her pride would rather she actually died than ever show that.
@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.
@ascarletflame
Having already woken up by a mysterious giant hole, things were already going in a pretty unexpected direction for the Radiance tonight, to say the very least. However, despite this fact, she still hadn’t expected to come across the nightmare king-- her brother-- standing in front of some strange building, seemingly gawking at the clothing within. It was... quite a unique sight to find during her exploration of this bizarre place. Had he even noticed her?
For a moment, all she could do was stare, gawking at him just as much as he was gawking at the clothes within the window. Before long, though, the element of surprise wore off-- leaving anger and hatred in it’s place as she recalled his betrayal (well, it was a betrayal in her mind, at least) once more. Her wings flared out as she balanced on her legs, trying to look as intimidating to him as possible as she tried to summon some dream swords to hit him with. She could easily get the upperhand if he hadn’t noticed her, right--?
...well, maybe, except for some reason the dream swords weren’t actually appearing. At all. It was as if her ability to create them had been taken away, somehow.
The idea of such a thing only made her even more furious.
“YOU!” She boomed as loudly as she could manage; if she didn’t have his attention before, she would definitely have it now. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!”
@lunarprophet
Where... was she?
Before waking up here, the god had been face to face with death itself-- or, more accurately, the lord of shades that every fiber of her being opposed so badly. Weakened already from a surprisingly hard fight with one of the small, rejected vessels before that point, she knew she stood no chance against the Shadelord itself once that vessel had shed it’s shell and merged with the rest of the void. She hated that she had lost, that she was condemned to be forgotten forever, but there had been nothing she could of done.
And yet, instead of being shredded down into pure essence, she found herself... here. Wherever ‘here’ was.
Using her feathery wings to push herself up off the ground, the moth looked around slowly. This definitely wasn’t Godhome, Hallownest, or the inside of the dreaded vessel’s mind. This wasn’t like anything she had ever seen before, actually-- and to make matters even more confusing, there were strange creatures walking about, ones who very much did not seem to be bugs of any kind at all.
It was all very peculiar.
Despite the inherent confusion that came with a situation like this, though, the Radiance couldn’t help but feel... joyful. After all, she wasn’t about to die anymore, and even if no one here knew her name yet, she could definitely change that fact. Starting with this odd creature, who seemed to have taken notice of her.
Getting up, the moth spread her wings in an attempt to fly above the stranger so she could greet them. However, it was just that-- an attempt. For whatever reason, her wings seemed to be failing her. Had she been hurt that badly during the fight..?
...well, it didn’t matter. She still had legs, and she would absolutely use them if she had to.
“...tell me, strange one. Where is this? Who has taken me here? This isn’t another trap of the wyrm’s, is it?”
time to get the ball rolling!
capping at 4, castmates exempt!