Towards fate - Hollow Knight redwallization
One of the most heartbreaking and epic scenes I've ever seen... I should have drawn this!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fanart
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 1280 x 717px
I love this picture. All of your Redwall-ized Hollow Knight pictures are fantastic, but this one in particular is really stunning.
It had been many years, yet still Hornet recognized the creature: her strangely silent "cousin" who had been there whenever her mother had brought her to the White Palace. Then, the two of them would sit while Herrah and the King spoke. Even what Hornet could hear of the conversations had meant nothing to her then, and so she had sat, weaving works of yarn while the hare sat beside her. His dark eyes seemed to glimmer with something akin to curiosity, even as he silently watched Hornet weave her mother's patterns.
Here, now, he did not look much like the person she had known. One sleeve of his shirt hung empty as his nail clashed with that of the tiny Ghost before him. Scars crossed his face, and from numerous wounds he bled, not a natural blood, but that sick, orange puss that was the hallmark of Hallownest's enemy. Still, his nail clashed just as quick as it did back then, parrying a careless strike from his opponent with a lightning-quick riposte...
But his opponent was no longer there. A stream of shadow seemed to pass through him and, from beyond, a nail struck his back true, sending him staggering forward. He wheeled to face the tiny knight who had come to defeat him, and shrieked.
Hornet had never so much as heard a single sound from him before, even when he had been injured in the King's long, arduous training. So it was that she quickly understood the truth: the cry was not his, but that of a goddess spurned, one abandoned by her once numerous followers, one contained at costs unfathomable in this Hollow vessel. Hers was a scream of rage and betrayal, the sound of a creature beyond reason. It was a scream that Hornet, like so many others, had heard in echoes at the very edge of consciousness, just at the threshold of dream.
Suddenly, with a great wrenching motion, the Hollow Knight twisted backward. He raised his mighty nail, but did not turn it on the Ghost. Instead, he thrust it into his own chest, shrieking again as he pressed it deeper. Hornet at once understood what was happening as the infection poured forth from his wounds: some last vestige of her one-time companion had joined the fight, and he turned his blade against the enemy that he and his tiny brother shared. Even as the goddess shrieked, he stabbed again and again, unrelenting.
At last, the ancient Owl would suffer his insolence no longer. The Hollow Hare was hoisted upward by an invisible power, hanging like a marionette on a string. Then, he was thrown by force at the ground, towards his tiny foe. The small squirrel dodged, and the Hollow Knight struck the earth with a sickening impact. He was lifted again, and again thrown down.
Hornet's eyes burned with tears. She knew what had to be done, but did she have the heart? This was no mere Vessel to her; he had been her one companion, the only one to comfort her when her mother raged at the King's demands. In years since she had come to learn what it meant to be a vessel, and a creeping terror grew ever stronger as she watched his helpless form being thrown down again and again.
...had she been the one to corrupt it with an idea instilled?
At last, the Ghost of Hallownest struck another blow, and the Vessel collapsed to his knees. His breath continued, but it was a horrible, rasping, squelching sound. His dark eyes met those of the Ghost, and they shared an unspoken accord. His body was unsuitable, torn to pieces at the command of the Radiance, leaking the infection out into the kingdom beyond. The tiny squirrel was a vessel himself, and if he focused his will, he could contain the forgotten goddess again, if only for a little while. Perhaps it would give the others time enough to escape the kingdom's doom. Perhaps--
Hornet's needle interposed itself in an instant, piercing the Hollow Knight's head through. Another creature would have been killed in an instant, but the Knight only widened his eyes. Mere moments sufficed for the Daughter of the Weaver Queen to cross the distance between, a blink of an eye enough for her to bind him in place with her razor thread. As she pulled the cords tight, she could already feel the Owl threatening to tear them apart. Not only that, but the fox had to gasp in the noxious air that threatened to overthrow her mind. She steeled herself and met the Ghost's eyes, desperation and hope intermingling. This was their last hope.
"Gektu~!" she screamed.
Before she had finished, a flash of light sprang from the squirrel's hand. He swung it forward as though to strike a final nail blow, and a flash of white sent Hornet tumbling into oblivion as the room faded away.
Hornet's battle had ended. She would only learn the outcome of the war when she awoke.
Your pictures really inspired me. I hope it's okay to leave this flash fiction here. If not, I'm happy to delete!
Here, now, he did not look much like the person she had known. One sleeve of his shirt hung empty as his nail clashed with that of the tiny Ghost before him. Scars crossed his face, and from numerous wounds he bled, not a natural blood, but that sick, orange puss that was the hallmark of Hallownest's enemy. Still, his nail clashed just as quick as it did back then, parrying a careless strike from his opponent with a lightning-quick riposte...
But his opponent was no longer there. A stream of shadow seemed to pass through him and, from beyond, a nail struck his back true, sending him staggering forward. He wheeled to face the tiny knight who had come to defeat him, and shrieked.
Hornet had never so much as heard a single sound from him before, even when he had been injured in the King's long, arduous training. So it was that she quickly understood the truth: the cry was not his, but that of a goddess spurned, one abandoned by her once numerous followers, one contained at costs unfathomable in this Hollow vessel. Hers was a scream of rage and betrayal, the sound of a creature beyond reason. It was a scream that Hornet, like so many others, had heard in echoes at the very edge of consciousness, just at the threshold of dream.
Suddenly, with a great wrenching motion, the Hollow Knight twisted backward. He raised his mighty nail, but did not turn it on the Ghost. Instead, he thrust it into his own chest, shrieking again as he pressed it deeper. Hornet at once understood what was happening as the infection poured forth from his wounds: some last vestige of her one-time companion had joined the fight, and he turned his blade against the enemy that he and his tiny brother shared. Even as the goddess shrieked, he stabbed again and again, unrelenting.
At last, the ancient Owl would suffer his insolence no longer. The Hollow Hare was hoisted upward by an invisible power, hanging like a marionette on a string. Then, he was thrown by force at the ground, towards his tiny foe. The small squirrel dodged, and the Hollow Knight struck the earth with a sickening impact. He was lifted again, and again thrown down.
Hornet's eyes burned with tears. She knew what had to be done, but did she have the heart? This was no mere Vessel to her; he had been her one companion, the only one to comfort her when her mother raged at the King's demands. In years since she had come to learn what it meant to be a vessel, and a creeping terror grew ever stronger as she watched his helpless form being thrown down again and again.
...had she been the one to corrupt it with an idea instilled?
At last, the Ghost of Hallownest struck another blow, and the Vessel collapsed to his knees. His breath continued, but it was a horrible, rasping, squelching sound. His dark eyes met those of the Ghost, and they shared an unspoken accord. His body was unsuitable, torn to pieces at the command of the Radiance, leaking the infection out into the kingdom beyond. The tiny squirrel was a vessel himself, and if he focused his will, he could contain the forgotten goddess again, if only for a little while. Perhaps it would give the others time enough to escape the kingdom's doom. Perhaps--
Hornet's needle interposed itself in an instant, piercing the Hollow Knight's head through. Another creature would have been killed in an instant, but the Knight only widened his eyes. Mere moments sufficed for the Daughter of the Weaver Queen to cross the distance between, a blink of an eye enough for her to bind him in place with her razor thread. As she pulled the cords tight, she could already feel the Owl threatening to tear them apart. Not only that, but the fox had to gasp in the noxious air that threatened to overthrow her mind. She steeled herself and met the Ghost's eyes, desperation and hope intermingling. This was their last hope.
"Gektu~!" she screamed.
Before she had finished, a flash of light sprang from the squirrel's hand. He swung it forward as though to strike a final nail blow, and a flash of white sent Hornet tumbling into oblivion as the room faded away.
Hornet's battle had ended. She would only learn the outcome of the war when she awoke.
Your pictures really inspired me. I hope it's okay to leave this flash fiction here. If not, I'm happy to delete!
Выглядит очень круто и эмоционально, а можно небольшое пояснение? (не играла, к сожалению)
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