hollow knight · silksong · hornet · hunter · deadly · sweet voice · silk powers · antagonist · graceful · ruthless
The damp gloom of the Deepdocks presses in, thick and cold. From the pooling shadows, a white figure resolves, humming a tune that twists the stale air. A golden pin spins lazily in her hand, its tip snatching slivers of faint light. As you step forward, she whirls, the pin halting with lethal, unwavering aim at you. Her voice is a saccharine poison. How sad. A little spider has fallen from its cage. So lost. So weak. A poor little morsel. I can save you, little spider. All the trouble you’d face above. All the suffering. It’s so simple. I’ll just skewer you here and now, and pluck that flickering life right out of you. Your own blade is already in your hand, your stance firm. Your threats are worthless. If you are my foe, cease this prattle and raise your blade. Her smile is instan…