#hallowisms

He steeples his fingers together, holding them over his midsection. His back is turned to them. He senses the young Knight’s presence, but he does not turn around. Having to face them, especially in the current state he’s in... It didn’t sit well with him.  He must remain composed. In control. At least just... for now. 

“It’s been... a long time.” His voice is cold, but uneven. He is unsure of himself, or how the Pure Vessel will react to seeing him after all this time, after everything that’s happened. It crosses his mind to run, to fly away, to do anything to get out of this situation, but it would only cause more harm than good. 

Hornet was contently knitting by the door to her Den and looks up when she sensed her sibling. A smile forms on her face at the sight and she giggles. 

“Come in Pure, I do have treats for those seeking them.” 

  -- @hallowisms​ prayed:

‘Another one?’ Is Tiso’s first thought when he sees the Vessel. He wonders if this one would be every bit as silent as the first one. He wonders where they came from. He wonders if he even really cares. It’s not likely any of them would ever meet him in combat, and if they did their end would be pitiful. He’ll spare the pale things, however many there are, because there would be no challenge in anything otherwise.

– @hallowisms​ came Trick or Treating!

    🕸 ) —- O’ dear Gods; such stand before her - awaiting an offering, & she’s hardly prepared! Panic wouldn’t show - however, bowing in calm to them both. Her wrappings fall in line with her body & conceal her middle, allowing for a subtle rifle-through as she reaches for something of worthy sacrifice. 

Few moments pass before she should raise, presenting her treats. For warriors both, what would be more suitable than chunks of pale ore.

  Treats indeed, rare ones at that! Sought after by all who wield a nail, smiths & fighters alike, & yet her head should still hang low. She admits her apparent defeat.

❝ Dolone. Holder. Dongan n’ fanah mete locan. Dof madogen. Ne’ scalac. ❞ Sigh. ❝ Dene drr’sconane mele te’ noputo ‘lo. ❞  ( ‘ O’ Protector. O’ Vessel. Punish & shame this oblivious form, for We have little more of value to offer thee. Thine arrival was not anticipated. Worthless excuses from thine servant. Might thou take all We have & find purpose within them. Achieve thine satisfaction, & may it bring peace upon Us few. ‘ )

  -- @hallowisms​ prayed.

    ⚜️ ) ---- Ugh. Light’s allure; a sickening sweetness that permeates the air & seeps through her mask, prompting her seta to prickle over her form. A scent not uncommon, --being a plain normality of Hallownest’s ruin, but however adored the God she sook, it’s ever poisonous touch could even be a little much to bear as an outsider unaffected. It stings her nostrils, trickling down her throat & begging for her attention. 

  & yet.. Nor beaming welts - nary the children of the Light’s call had yet to find home within the section of the waterways she had found herself in, so she had believed. To be surrounded by garbage & rot, waste that had begun to lose shape & fade from time - was hardly an ideal living scenario to the Seeker, but it was SAFE. A sanction of the kingdom where only the lingering taste of bodies, long since ruined by the blazing kin, would delve so far below. & her last meal was ages ago.

    She shoots up from her slumped position; eyes wide, prepared to strike with a smooth draw of her dagger, nail kept close at her side.

   What she can’t prepare herself for is to be greeted by the creature she’d become all too familiar with after freedom granted, staggering in her direction, -- & clearly enveloped a pulsating orange glow.

❝ Dof madone.. ❞ ( ‘ Creeper.. ‘ )  --In awe, --in disgust, --in horror, she chimes. & while her blade is turned down toward their shell, she hesitates.

Ghost looks up from where they were laying in a nest of cushions to their sister with a chirp. They then look to the hiding sibling and back to Hornet. 

“We named them Clover, found them in Greenpath hiding in some bushes. They’re... Not in good condition.”