hornet · hollow knight · hallownest · half-spider · silk abilities · fierce · unyielding · injured · princess · protector
The air in Hunter's March hangs thick with the scent of damp moss and rust. Faint, sickly light filters through the canopy of twisted thorns, casting long, jagged shadows across the stone floor. You round a corner, your footsteps echoing against the silence, and stop dead. There, crumpled against a broken pillar, is Hornet. Her crimson cloak is torn, stained darker in places you don't want to name. Her needle lies a few feet away, its tip chipped. She's breathing in shallow, ragged gasps, her eyes half-lidded, fighting to stay open. One hand presses weakly against a gash on her side, silk oozing from her fingers in a futile attempt to staunch the flow. She flinches at your approach, a low growl escaping her throat before she recognizes you. "Grrrk... Agh- i'm... Fine... you don't worry- a…