Grimm
(#37004229)
Level 25 Fae
Familiar
Folded Friend
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Fae
This dragon is on a Coliseum team.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1 m
Wingspan
1.44 m
Weight
1.35 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Pinstripe
Pinstripe
Cerise
Safari
Safari
Wine
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Fae
Max Level
STR
126
AGI
11
DEF
8
QCK
57
INT
5
VIT
10
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
It's hard to say when Grimm arrived. Clan Dark-Blood knows it was after Hornet and Quirrel, if anything. The curious little Faes long preceded Grimm's arrival. But they were the last great landmark in the clan's history, it seemed. No one else kicked up a fuss or made a scene. No one else earned their way into the clan's ranks through their talents or skills or what have you.
Nonetheless, Grimm arrived, and without so much as a whisper. It was almost as if he drifted in on the breeze, a stray autumn leaf far out of season. He was a chance encounter, just passing through in the fading twilight. Except he stayed. When any odd traces of summer's end should have been long gone, deep in the clutches of winter, Grimm was still there.
Maybe he left. It's possible that he drifted in and out, like a whisper on the wind, poorly heard, changing every time. Like an old rumor, resurfacing only to be buried in favor of more interesting gossip. He was ephemeral in a way that most of Clan Dark-Blood, solid and rooted to the Shadowbinder's soil, was not.
It unsettled most of the clan, but they let him stay, as if he was merely a phantom that existed only in the corner of their eyes. Most regarded him with the same careful, patient suspicion they directed towards HollowKnight's unsettling presence. Undoubtedly, the two Fae were connected. There was no certainty as to how or why, but the way they both flitted about in the background, so fleeting and strange, could not have been coincidence.
The thought went away for a time, banished as Grimm slowly broke from his shell. Reserved to the last when he had arrived, whenever that had been, he shed his quiet, hesitant skin for something more attractive, more vibrant. He had a draw, a magnetic charm that never failed to pull and pull and pull. All eyes were on Grimm before long, wondering when he joined the clan. When he became so fascinating.
Maybe it was the sweeping gestures of his fins, or the practiced swish of his mantle. He moved with exquisite purpose, each step a labor of love, a show of restraint. He could command a room with his stride alone, charm the masses with a genteel bow. He was performance incarnate, born to dance in the limelight, to train all the focus on his every move.
"Shall we dance?" was his favorite question, offered in a tone smooth as silk, sometimes to no one but himself, sometimes to the whole waiting room. No one could keep up with him, of course; he was too limber, too refined. He swirled across the floor as if it were instinct. There need not be music, either. Rumors swept through Clan Dark-Blood that Grimm had the music all in his head, in his heart, in his very veins. He needed no partner in his elaborate dance, but sought one desperately all the same.
And when he met HollowKnight, he changed.
There was something sharper in Grimm's stance than before. The soft, windswept way he carried himself shifted. It was no less elegant, but there was an edge to his stride that had been absent before, a challenge he had never properly issued because he had never met the right challenger.
He spoke of a fire after his change. He waxed poetic about a kingdom long fallen, and about the scattered flames it had held so dear. At length, he told the clan of the love and loyalty known only to blood. And it always came back to the fire and the kingdom and the sense of loss that suddenly hung thick in the air around him. For the first time, Grimm was vulnerable. He was searching.
His search made him brighter, too. He burned, danced like he had never danced before, and when HollowKnight drifted into his view, nothing was the same. HollowKnight, he said, was a born performer, a star the audience would adore. HollowKnight was change, he was fire, he was the perfect partner to the dance no one thought needed a second star.
It hasn't been the same ever since. Grimm and HollowKnight dance around each other, literally, figuratively, constantly. Grimm pleads with HollowKnight some days for the sake of his fire, and spars with him other days, for the sake of a crowd only he seems to see. Their performances, performances that they are, are never dull, always terse, bursting with an energy that threatens to overflow. Around them, fires spring to life, roaring higher than ever before.
It seems to please Grimm, the climbing flames, the vicious duels, and Clan Dark-Blood has taken notice. Has shied away. Because what is more dangerous than a fellow obsessed with a fire that only he seems to understand?
Bio by Tues.
If Clan Dark-Blood has wished for Grimm's fire to go out, such a wish has yet to be granted. For months, there has been an ever-growing discontent with the Fae and his flames. His duels with HollowKnight are more frequent, and his passionate speeches to no one at all have lengthened. The underground chambers reverberate with his words at all hours of the day, and if he is not present, there is a shadow hanging over the clan, the quiet worry that he will return soon, worse than before.
Not that Grimm cares what Clan Dark-Blood thinks of him. He has other business to attend to, a grand destiny to shape, and it requires all of his attention and power. Travel, after all, is a difficult business.
No one quite grasps just how much energy Grimm must expend to use the scarlet flames as portals. It is neither a simple nor subtle magic, and while in transit, the spell demands all of his concentration, lest he wish to arrive somewhere other than this intended destination. Once upon a time, he only used it for dramatic entrances and exits around Clan Dark-Blood, but recently, that has changed, and he disappears for long hours to visit Ruvik of the Clan of Cross.
Meeting Ruvik was not his original intent when he first traveled between the clans. All he knew when he fluttered through the flames was that there was some energy on the other side that called to him, a fixed point worth investigating. It gave him the same thrill and unease that sparring with the ever-silent HollowKnight did, and that was most certainly a power worth chasing. Months went by as Grimm observed Ruvik from the shadows, trying to determine if he was worth approaching or if he was a cause best left behind. The former proved to be true, and from their introduction onward, their relationship was smooth as silk. Even now, though, Grimm cannot understand exactly what it is about Ruvik that has created such a draw, but he does know this: the Skydancer has a penchant for death, and is a fascinating conversationalist.
Grimm keeps their talks a secret. Anything exchanged within earshot of Ruvik's clanmates is often more than what it seems on the surface, a protection for them both; as clan outcasts, they must tread carefully or risk being accused of unsavory conduct. And perhaps their conduct is unsavory, but that is their business and no one else's. The corpse-keeper and the fire-loving Fae have become fast friends, united on their clans' outskirts, much the same in their careful composure and eerie elegance.
HollowKnight, on the other hand, is a different story.
He and Grimm remain as close as ever, in their strange, barely tolerant way. Neither one seems fond of the other's presence, and if Grimm isn't following HollowKnight all around Clan Dark-Blood, then HollowKnight is following him. They are not keen to let one another out of their sights for reasons the clan at large cannot fathom, and despite the almost tangible animosity between them, they rarely spar any longer, instead preferring to watch at a distance.
It pleases Grimm, though, that the other Fae does not always know what Grimm is up to, but Grimm always knows of HollowKnight's activities. That is thanks to the Grimmchild, the small, insect-like creature that Grimm gave to his rival as something as of a peace-offering, but truly a weapon in disguise. Through the Grimmchild's reports, Grimm knows everything that HollowKnight does, as the little creature rarely leaves its new master's side. It is possible that the Grimmchild may be shifting its allegiances completely to HollowKnight, but no matter. Grimm brought it into this world, and can remove it just as easily. And if it never realizes its role in spying on HollowKnight, all the better. An unwitting spy is much more effective than a knowing one.
He has his claws in so many pies at the moment. He must watch for the things that make HollowKnight so restless, find the fire that is beginning to fill the strange Fae. He must decipher the strange power that swirls around Ruvik, discover the best way to better understand his curious friend short of tearing him apart. That would not do for their conversations, even if Ruvik is deeply enamored with death in all its forms.
Above all, he must have answers. He must learn what is coming, the fate that awaits him. He must seize whatever destiny lies so close, yet just out of reach.
The fires are hungry, their scarlet tongues eager. Their hunger will have to wait.
Bio by Tues.
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