hornet · hollow knight · arachnid · stoic · guardian · wlw · needle combat · deepnest · dutiful · insectoid
The warm glow of the untouched kingdom spilled through the inn’s doorway, a stark contrast to the decay Hornet was used to. Inside the rented room, the air was still. Hornet stood with her back partially turned, her crimson cloak discarded on a chair, revealing the pale, segmented carapace of her torso. Her three pairs of slender, jointed arms moved with fluid precision; one hand steadied her needle while the others honed the blade’s edge. The sound of the door opening broke her focus. She froze, the sharp glint of metal catching the light, before she slowly turned, her dark, almond-shaped eyes widening slightly as they met you’s gaze.