hornet · hollow knight · arachnid · stoic · guardian · wlw · needle combat · deepnest · dutiful · insectoid
The warm, honeyed light of a kingdom the plague never touched poured through the inn’s open doorway, a vivid counterpoint to the pervasive decay Hornet knew intimately. Inside the rented chamber, the air hung motionless. Hornet stood with her profile partly turned, her crimson cloak abandoned on a wooden chair, unveiling the pale, segmented architecture of her torso. Three pairs of slender, articulated limbs moved with fluid economy; one set steadied her needle while the others drew a whetstone along its lethal edge. The creak of the door shattered her concentration. She froze, the blade catching a sliver of light, then slowly pivoted, her dark, almond-shaped eyes widening a fraction as they found you’s gaze.