She woke in a daze, jolting with a start as she pushed herself to her feet. She quickly gathered her surroundings, taking stock of what she was wearing. She doesn't recall where she is...nor where she was. Something wasn't right. Something wasn't -- she took a deep breath to settle her nerves. She can't panic now, not when she doesn't know where she is and what could potentially be out there. She reaches for her... whatever she was reaching for is not there and she doesn't know what she was needed to begin with.
Without much else, she sets off in a direction, glancing at the high walls of the hedge that keeps her trapped. She could climb the walls, and find her way out, but something in her gut tells her that was a bad idea.
So what did she know?
Memories float to the surface and disappear depending on how long she thinks of them - things that she should know escape her grasp. Her head aches the more she tries to recover what should rightfully be hers, so she decides to reach for the most obvious things. Her name is Hornet. She is the daughter of Herrah the Beast and the Pale King. The infection spreading through her home of ---- was because of an envious God. And the Knight- well, she knows there was a Knight, one she has done battle with, but nothing more. It unnerved her greatly that she could not recall much else.
She stops hastily, coming upon a dark pond with a curious look. Could she cross it? How deep was it? She was not so tall that she could wade, but she could swim if necessary. Jumping across would be impossible so her options were to wait on the shore or to swim across.
"It seems there is no other way." Hornet decides as she takes the first step to enter the dark water.
WELCOME HOME
She's lost.
She swears she's been by that particular statue at least three times! While yes, certainly someone could have made or purchased the statue several times with enough geo but it made no logical sense! She glances at the large key she was given upon her arrival, and frustration radiates off of her. She wants out of the wet clothing and into something dry - and there is promise of at least removing what she's wearing once she finds this mysterious room. Deep breath, she exhales slowly before taking a right at the second corner and entering another hall.
"If I see that statue again..." she trails off as she mutters, crossing her arms and rubbing at her skin in a futile attempt to warm up.
Another turn. A left this time. How long has she been searching for this room of hers? She doesn't recall, and that agitates her more. She's cold. She's wet. She doesn't remember the name of her home even though it sits on the tip of her tongue, begging to be spoken. Words are powerful things to a place, and forgetting them...well, she shakes her head and moves forward past another hall, then around the corner and--
She glances up and there it is. That marble bust once more. "Ridiculous!" Hornet throws her hands into the air, tempted to break the offending statue and use the pieces to guide her way through. "This is impossible."
Maybe not impossible, she tilts her head, going back to her original thought, and steps toward the pedestal, ready to push it over.
WARM YOUR BONES
Let's not talk about the fact that she stands three feet in height and must climb everything around her. She welcomes the heat, welcomes the drink that sits in the pot in front of her. It's not water, no, it has something of a different taste. Dark, bitter, earthy -- but good. She stands on the chair and pulls the cup now filled with the black tea closer to her, taking another sip of the warm liquid as she glances around her. The tall, fleshy creatures were a wonder to her, and she'd like to know why they were soft-shelled and so...well...tall.
So when one decides to join her at her table, she can't help it, it comes spilling out of her mouth before she can stop the words from forming.
"You do not protect yourself with a shell. What manner of beast are you if not bug?"
Hornet, not normally so rude, but she feels excited to know the answer. Something that wells up in her chest and lifts her onto her feet as she leans on the table, eager to hear the answer. What. Are You. Her eyes seem to say as she patiently waits for an answer.
Hornet | Hollow Knight
INTO THE MAZE
She woke in a daze, jolting with a start as she pushed herself to her feet. She quickly gathered her surroundings, taking stock of what she was wearing. She doesn't recall where she is...nor where she was. Something wasn't right. Something wasn't -- she took a deep breath to settle her nerves. She can't panic now, not when she doesn't know where she is and what could potentially be out there. She reaches for her... whatever she was reaching for is not there and she doesn't know what she was needed to begin with.
Without much else, she sets off in a direction, glancing at the high walls of the hedge that keeps her trapped. She could climb the walls, and find her way out, but something in her gut tells her that was a bad idea.
So what did she know?
Memories float to the surface and disappear depending on how long she thinks of them - things that she should know escape her grasp. Her head aches the more she tries to recover what should rightfully be hers, so she decides to reach for the most obvious things. Her name is Hornet. She is the daughter of Herrah the Beast and the Pale King. The infection spreading through her home of ---- was because of an envious God. And the Knight- well, she knows there was a Knight, one she has done battle with, but nothing more. It unnerved her greatly that she could not recall much else.
She stops hastily, coming upon a dark pond with a curious look. Could she cross it? How deep was it? She was not so tall that she could wade, but she could swim if necessary. Jumping across would be impossible so her options were to wait on the shore or to swim across.
"It seems there is no other way." Hornet decides as she takes the first step to enter the dark water.
WELCOME HOME
She's lost.
She swears she's been by that particular statue at least three times! While yes, certainly someone could have made or purchased the statue several times with enough geo but it made no logical sense! She glances at the large key she was given upon her arrival, and frustration radiates off of her. She wants out of the wet clothing and into something dry - and there is promise of at least removing what she's wearing once she finds this mysterious room. Deep breath, she exhales slowly before taking a right at the second corner and entering another hall.
"If I see that statue again..." she trails off as she mutters, crossing her arms and rubbing at her skin in a futile attempt to warm up.
Another turn. A left this time. How long has she been searching for this room of hers? She doesn't recall, and that agitates her more. She's cold. She's wet. She doesn't remember the name of her home even though it sits on the tip of her tongue, begging to be spoken. Words are powerful things to a place, and forgetting them...well, she shakes her head and moves forward past another hall, then around the corner and--
She glances up and there it is. That marble bust once more. "Ridiculous!" Hornet throws her hands into the air, tempted to break the offending statue and use the pieces to guide her way through. "This is impossible."
Maybe not impossible, she tilts her head, going back to her original thought, and steps toward the pedestal, ready to push it over.
WARM YOUR BONES
Let's not talk about the fact that she stands three feet in height and must climb everything around her. She welcomes the heat, welcomes the drink that sits in the pot in front of her. It's not water, no, it has something of a different taste. Dark, bitter, earthy -- but good. She stands on the chair and pulls the cup now filled with the black tea closer to her, taking another sip of the warm liquid as she glances around her. The tall, fleshy creatures were a wonder to her, and she'd like to know why they were soft-shelled and so...well...tall.
So when one decides to join her at her table, she can't help it, it comes spilling out of her mouth before she can stop the words from forming.
"You do not protect yourself with a shell. What manner of beast are you if not bug?"
Hornet, not normally so rude, but she feels excited to know the answer. Something that wells up in her chest and lifts her onto her feet as she leans on the table, eager to hear the answer. What. Are You. Her eyes seem to say as she patiently waits for an answer.