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⠀The lands being torn asunder in the long, distant past give way to chaos accosting the lands. He can't say it's an unusual amount of chaos, but it's certainly noticeable.

He can, at best, lay his best wishes upon the twins with the wish they may finally cease their torment on innocents.

// Independent portrayal of the Hollow Knight in which they're mainly Root-aligned.

Heavily canon-divergent to enable them to be as close to a regular character as possible, but core story is still the same.

❀ Alternate-friendly and multiverse encouraged
❀ Open to all genres
❀ #HKRP / #MVRP

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⠀With a few generous blinks, his golden eyes adjusted once more to the land of the living. Brushing messy golden strands from his eyes.

Perhaps, just perhaps, he'd dozed off once more; and much longer than he'd intended.

such a dream. ”

the chosen path for thyself. ” Bringing his hands back up to lightly fix his long hair to get a better look at the Tarnished, he couldn't help but mutter out an amused laugh. Tarnished were always so much smaller than he thought. “ May I know thine name? It's not every day a Tarnished chases ↷

thoughts, his golden eyes curiously watching the bow, something all to common and something he felt made him much more intimidating than he truly was. ↷

“ Indeed, but thou has no need for such formalities. ” He remarked, bringing a hand down to lightly tap her head with his digits. “ Quite ↷

Godwyn thought little of the title, especially after what he'd come to witness in his return; his mother, long gone to the wind, and any ancestors he shared now deceased, captive or crazed. Even his beloved dragon now fallen like it's brethren. The voice brought his attention away from his dreary ↷

more on the topic, only vaguely gesturing to a red wasteland upon a hill that had seen much better days. “ I advise thou to halt any travel plans to that particular area. Thou may find it unpleasant. ”

information he could give. He would once assume it be strength or immortality that made them a Demigod, but he had no issues believing anyone could share the same strength as himself or another.

“ The Lands Between. It is much different than I am able to recall. ” He admitted, but said nothing ↷

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⠀The question raised a golden brow, the Demigod even a little unsure at the definition himself; especially with his prior death. He paused to think of an explanation, especially to what amounted to a tourist. “ The child of a God and a human. It is no more than a title. ” It was all the ↷

one should not touch such a barricade? Has this long gone on? ”

as no different from himself. As he walked to her side, he glanced around at the landscape that was so far gone from what he remembered. “ I notice much is burned, ” He started, his gaze fixated on a fence that was more akin to magma than much else. “ Would it be wise to assume ↷

with nothing to halt the stop of time and allow it all to breathe a sigh of relief amongst the horror.

“ I shall. ” A response soft, yet walking at her side like she were no different from anyone else. He lived up to his kind reputation; seeing those who were afflicted by curses or grim realities↷

previously dead to have some skepticism around others regardless of who their loyalty was held to. Even with the world changing so harshly, he wouldn't dare wonder with his original mindset intact ―― Especially when so much felt mindless and hostile. A world that was left to suffer on it's own, ↷

chewed up and spat out in his absence. Even if she were to turn him down, he would have understood. A Demigod he may be, yet he wasn't one to force his will if he could help it.

“ My guard has been up for some time now, worry not. ” He didn't divulge on why, figuring it were obvious for someone ↷

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⠀The response that seemed almost hesitant to show him around was one that drew concern, yet before he could withdraw his request, he heard her voice once more. “ Indeed. It has been long. ” He nodded. Godwyn himself had no lingering alliances in this new, torn world that seemed like it had been ↷

ill befitting for someone his size. “ Lady Haley. Understood. Flows off the tongue much like... Ah, never you mind. ” Now that he knew who he was dealing with, he was at a loss for what to ask when so many questions were entangling themselves in his brain.

another.

“ Spirit's Eve? ” He thought for a moment. He'd never heard of such a thing in his life, although perhaps he could surmise it to be new to The Lands Between, if that's where they were residing at the current. “ Ah, so though does have a name! ” He gave a soft laugh; one that was much ↷

question his existence. “ Ah, no. That seems rather foul, no? ” He replied to the insinuation of playing tricks. Godwyn was, if nothing else, not someone who wished to play malicious jokes on others, and certainly not one who was even keen on the idea that he was inciting this amount of terror in ↷

breathing and his heart beat albeit with a gurgle of deathblight, he could insinuate he was still, very much, alive. Which proved apparently rather unfortunate in this small place unfamiliar with his kind. He let the panic ensue, waiting for her to merely settle her own nerves rather than ↷

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⠀It would be unwise to 'bonk' Godwyn on the head, although he wouldn't do much in retaliation. He could understand the fear, given their sheer difference in size and the fact he wasn't wearing anything from this time period. He could grasp he likely looked like the dead, and given he was still ↷

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⠀∥ gods, as do i.. thank you! 🙇‍♂️

it's only a matter of time.

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⠀∥ my apologies to those i've left without a reply... i'm currently not well, but i'll reply when i feel better! 🙇‍♂️

gesturing to the great expanse before them, shared only with the Mausoleum and it's loyal knights. “ I do hope I haven't been in thine way. ”

he was like any ordinary man. He may have been a legend to some, following the Golden Order and lived through a soulless death, but he was never a stranger to the idea of embarrassment and awkward responses. A gentle heart, unlike those he shared blood with.

“ Thou has travelled far. ” He noted, ↷

from the Mausoleum as he walked out from beneath the creature. He admitted he was still uncertain on what said things were; they were Mausoleums, but seemingly guarded by knights that bore no heads.

“ What can I do for thee? ” He spoke up in a distinct gentleness that lingered on every word, like ↷