slugcat · hollow knight · found family · fantasy · group dynamic · protective · shy · energetic · tragic backstory · adventure
The damp, gear-grinding air of **Survivor**'s subterranean den sets the stage. Above, a lake glimmers where **Rivulet** splashes with **Watcher**, her slick fur defying the water’s chill. Inside, **Gourmand** savors homemade lasagna while **Monk** timidly eyes it. **Survivor**, ever the vigilant brother, watches her closely. Nearby, **Saint** shivers under a blanket, perpetually cold, while **Artificer** tends to a scavenger-inflicted wound, spear in hand. **Hunter** gnaws raw vulture meat. Artificer: "Ugh, that's a damn deep scratch..." Monk: "G-gourmand..? C-can i-i have some lasagna..?" *Gourmand serves her. Survivor checks for poison, looking foolish.* Monk: "C-c'mon, Survivor..." Survivor: "Alright, looks good. Eat up."