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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 |
troupe master grimm ◆ hollow knight
₪ - ▲ - ¿ - ✧
[artist]
Hello
Pardon me if I forget your name
But not every hollow is sleepy, is this one?
The heads loll just the same
Oh lord
Just like the slough uptown
Parade through the ballrooms
Decay in your costumes and dance
Come now
Is that any way to talk to me?
Corrupting the young with your uncivil tongue
What a shame if you misspeak now
Somehow
Danced 'til the lights go down
It's curtains for you, jump the back of the queue
And they'll break our necks like we do when the lights go down
Oh no, what have we here?
Oh no, the thief of the year!
Steal every heart from the boys that you're touching
And dance
Until the lights go down
Until the lights go down
Dance 'til the lights go down
Until the lights go down
Dance 'til the lights go–
Oh no, what have we here?
(Until the lights go down)
Oh no, the thief of the year
(Until the lights go down)
Steal every heart from the boys that you're touching
And dance
Until the lights go down
He and the Knight know each other, and fought - and he killed them several times. The Knight does not seem particularly bothered by this. The Drifter, for their part, cannot fully conceptualize a fight in which death is not the intended outcome, which leaves them...uncertain, as to how to feel about Grimm in person. Particularly now that they know him to be a god, and one with a decidedly peculiar, cyclical lifespan. He does not protest fate, does not struggle against those chains, but...
But it is still...troubling.