Post by Tadaaki on Mar 19, 2014 22:24:27 GMT -5
Hueco Mundo. The desert that all hollows called their home. Home? That word seemed as foreign to Chainhunter as the endless sands themselves. Ever since his birth, if it could be called that, he had been wandering. Alone and without purpose; just walking toward his next meal, with no other goals in mind. He ate to live, and he lived only to eat. Chainhunter looked around him blankly. This place... it was... dead. There were no plants at all, anywhere, not a single blade of grass, not even a cactus, nothing but endless sands. And yet, somehow, it did feel natural to be here... could this really be his home? Of course it was; this was the home of all the monsters called hollows, and he was one of them.
His stomach growled, breaking his chain of thought, again. So many things he wanted to think about. Hueco Mundo, his own hollow nature, the prospect of evolving, and... the Espada.. Somewhere between the monsters that were hollows and the pitiful, weak snacks that were humans, there was the arrancar. Neither human nor hollow, both human and hollow, they were something truly unique, and powerful.
It was Souta Suzuki, the Sexta Espada, whom had first given Chainhunter direction by explaining a hollow’s path to evolution, and also making him his fraccion; a member of his pack. He had even promised to help Chainhunter in his journey down that path. It still wasn’t what Chainhunter was looking for, he still didn’t know what he was looking for, but Souta had given him something resembling a purpose to his life, and that was definitely a step up from what he had been before their meeting.
Then there was Erasmus, the Primera Espada, who had given Chainhunter another offer, another pack, and perhaps another purpose. The offer was similar to Souta’s in every way except that Erasmus wasnted one more thing in return, protection for his daughter, Xiaobei. However there was one other thing that Erasmus had said, something perhaps more important than any of that. He had said that there was no Sexta Espada. Chainhunter really couldn’t care less for titles if he tried, but the idea that the first being who had ever meant anything to him had lied to his face when they first met? Now that was something he cared about, and he was going to find out if that was the case, or if this so called Primera was the real liar. That’s where he was going now, to Souta’s castle, to confront him. However this wasn’t something he wished to simply run into without thinking, which is why he chose to walk there instead of simply ripping open a garganta and waltzing through it. No, before he spoke with his alpha, he needed time to think
Of course, trying to think about any of this was difficult with the hunger clawing at his insides. He sniffed the air, and sure enough there was the scent of a hollow. It was faint though, very faint, not surprisingly. Chainhunter was approaching Las Noches, and he strongly doubted any hollows would come close to the castles of the Espada that weren't their allies. Regardless, there was a hollow, hollows were food, and Chainhunter was starving, so he set out in the direction of that ever so distant smell of evil.
WC:559
GP:11
