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 | Burning everything I know Desperate for a change Crashing down the ancient roads Past our yesterday Maybe there is hunger in my blood Screaming out loud for what I want See me running full speed at it Shattering, collide Call it post-traumatic Now it's do or die Feeding frenzy is in my brain I'm hopeful every day I gotta get it while we are still young enough to break We're finally not afraid Maybe there is hunger in my blood Screaming out loud for what I want See me running full speed at it Shattering, collide Call me post-traumatic Now it's do or die Coming after tiny fractures Coming after tiny fractures See me running full speed at it Coming after tiny fractures Call me post-traumatic What comes after Tiny fractures |
| ◆ THE DRIFTER ◆ |
| A Searcher, aspiring to find a cure. |
| Silent, adaptable, and deathly ill, the Drifter has braved countless dangers without faltering, or even speaking aloud. Their hunt for a cure to their sickness has brought them through innumerable obstacles of every sort, up to and including their own death at the hands of their illness and at those creatures that stand in their way. Aided by the silent jackal god, they would learn to get up from even death each time, persevering past the point where anyone else would have given up. They have been battered and broken more times than they can count, hounded at all times by the spectral appearances of the Immortal Cell, Judgment, that festers in their organs and eats away at their health from the inside out. They still dream of its toxic influence, and they continue to cough up their own blood when their trials grow particularly difficult. Despite that, they do not give up. As long as they can stand on their own two feet, they will endure and fight through whatever needs fighting in order to reach the end of their journey. They had presumed that the destruction of the Immortal Cell had ended their long struggle with sickness - and ended it with death, as well as the jackal god's vision that would promise the world's return to health and prosperity. But when they awoke on the archipelago of LifeAftr, such proved not to be the case at all...and even more perplexing, there would be innumerable others willing to not only tolerate the Drifter's presence, but accept them as something almost like an ally. As the Drifter has struggled to remain detached, in the tradition of a nomadic warrior such as themself, they have finally come to accept that this resolve will inevitably end in failure. Logistically and practically, it would never have been possible, and the Drifter has been forced to confront the simple fact that they have not avoided becoming attached; that they, in fact, care a great deal for everyone they have encountered, and are willing to pour everything they are into protecting them. |
∴ canon | ₪ cross-canon | ♥ friend | ▲ complicated | ⩺ worry | ✔ trusted | |||
| ✘ dislike | ✼ protect | ¿ unknown | ★ acquaintance | ◊ debt | ❖ sickness | |||
| ⋙ feared | ϟ threat | ⩕ helpful | 〷 terminate | ✧ neutral | ❱ avoid | |||
| ⍚ drifter | ⅄ kind | ⑊ kindred | ∏ worship |
the knight ◆ hollow knight
₪ - ♥ - ✔ - ✼ - ◊ - ⩕ - ⅄ - ⑊
[artist]
It's been a long long time,
We've come a long long way
No, I can't see the finish line
Scared half to death but that's okay
It's been a long, long night after a long, long day
My body's aching but I know somehow
My feet will find a way
So I'll sing it loud in the silence
And give the best of me 'till it's all right
But not over, I will find fight
Like a soldier coming home in the silence
But I have never felt so free; the future's so bright
This is our time and I'll live it how I dream
It's been a long, long time time
Since I've seen sunlight through the rain
Since I've felt love or truth, It's strange
But I left bliss back where I came
And I wont lie, it's taken so long to feel okay
And now the world is screaming out for more
But I don't feel the same
Because it's all we know and it's only change
Sun sets on the old but we're nocturnal anyway
And this is how we know it'll be okay
These are the times we will hold when our memories fade
Sometimes it takes times like these to know
You're in the right place
Despite that, there is something of them that remains...distinctly childlike, for reasons thus far unclear to the Drifter. They enjoy the sort of boundless play that would be expected from a child, and frequently cling to the Drifter's hand. Perhaps it is due to Ren's influence that the Drifter finds they do not mind, though it may be just as possible that it is the Knight's own overwhelming similarity to the Drifter themself.
If they have one flaw, it is that their concern for the Drifter's wellbeing will inevitably end in anguish.