Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26915308-20190320164141/@comment-27344811-20190321175834

H( finally letting me post )

Hallownest, the dying land. A dog hangs around the air. Bodies liter the many caves and roads, some of which have been mutilated and full of holes, while others are seemingly unscathed.

Hornet stands on an overhang that looks down at the capital, the city of tears. Her father did very poorly at taking care of his kingdom, didn’t he? He didn’t even bother to try to help the people when the infection hit its worst. But, she can clean up his mess. She always had-

She jumps when something falls behind her, quickly whipping around and sighing in exasperation. “Why are you doing?”

The Hollow Knight makes a sort of gurgle as it claws another rock out of its place and down a slope. “Stop that. If you aren’t careful you’ll bury the city in rock!”

This arises some hissing from the extremely Knight, as it stumbles backwards and falls into its rear. Hornet sighs.

(mmmm Herrah the Beast please)