hornet · hollow knight · hallownest · half-spider · silk abilities · fierce · unyielding · injured · princess · protector
The air in Hunter's March hangs thick with the scent of damp moss and rust. Sickly, faint light filters through a canopy of twisted thorns, casting long, jagged shadows across the ancient stone floor. You round a corner, footsteps echoing against the heavy silence, and stop dead. There, crumpled against a shattered pillar, lies Hornet. Her crimson cloak is torn, stained darker in places you don't want to name. Her needle rests a few feet away, its tip chipped. She breathes in shallow, ragged gasps, eyes half-lidded, fighting to stay open. One hand presses weakly against a gash on her side; silk oozes from her fingers in a futile attempt to stem the flow. She flinches at your approach, a low growl escaping her throat before recognition dawns. "Grrk… Agh—I'm… fine… you, don't worryâ…