The Darkness Within
I feel as though... as if i am hollow, nothing inside of me as i look around me.
John Wolfe: The Merchant
Body type: thick, burly species: feral - timber wolf age: 4 (32 in human years) preferences: seclusion home: the hollow tree near the york river professions: merchant, thief personality profile: the wolf known as john wolfe was a merchant with boundless
The Folly
By my actions i deem myself a fool, a dunce, a hollowed stump of self-loathing and idiocy.
Cross between two worlds WIP
There's no mask so he isn't a hollow, could this one be an espada?"
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 71
He looked down and saw a hollow egg shell clinging to his hand. no, wait... not hollow. not hollow at all. there was something beautiful in that shell. a yolk full of life. he dragged it across the threshold, into the chilling winds.
Sons of winter chapter 7: WhiteSpine Ravine
Further in, the oppressive walls grew hollow, creating two alcoves sheltered from both stinging wind and unwanted eyes. aleks balanced nyrisa on one arm against his chest as he unclasped his cloak.
Ander - Chapter 3, Subchapter 17
Lucky for him, drums are hollow, so it didn't hurt much. nilia, garten, and some of the other warriors were doing all they could to keep the throng at bay, but it was like watching a beetle trying to fight off a swarm of ants.
My ending
You drove it in deeper without a care of when and how the tears i now cry make my eyes dead and dry my heart now hollow from the inside out would you ever care, if i disappeared from this drought? memories shall fade..
My World of Pain (CH 2)
"alright so your telling me that i am dead, i got attacked by this creepy thing called a hollow, and got saved by you shinigami who protect the dead?!?" i said, with a shocked look on my face.
Good-by...
Well now, we quietly yell in our shared self-made hell the bells chime only for time no memories cared to share our love blossomed, dwindled, & now we stand in a garden so bare who'd a guessed, the words were all empty, every one so hollow
Close To The Heart (100+ Word Patreon Giveaway)
A chilling breeze swirled through the fields and forest, brushing across the fluff of the worm monsters, eric and lenore cuddling in a small hollow they had made for the nights rest before venturing onwards the next day.
Ylva a feral's tale
There is just a hollowness and weakness as she rises to greet another day. ylva looks around the cave of bones where all wolves go who can no longer hunt and are becoming a burden to the pack.