Post by Souta Suzuki on Jun 18, 2014 21:59:06 GMT -5
It had been a while since he'd been in these forests. Last time he was here he was still a Vasto Lorde. Now, he wasn't sure what he was. An Arrancar by name. Something more than a hollow, but still a hollow.
Maybe if he understood what he started from, he'd understand better where he stood now. Chainhunter was a part of that, or at least he was now. At first he was interesting, but then Souta realized how very much he wanted to know more about the evolution of a hollow. He'd skipped all of that himself, hadn't he? He'd never found another hollow who'd taken the same path as him.
It was pointless to look for landmarks that he might recognize as he walked through the forests. Even if he would have been paying attention, this forest was a maze of repetition. He was alone, in a way. He could see them, at the edge of his vision. Hollows, swarming around him, as if his mere presence parted the sea. They were afraid of being destroyed. Afraid of how much power he had. He suppressed his reiatsu some, and watched them push in, their radius tightening. Their fear was battling their hunger. That was the most integral part of a hollow after all, wasn't it? Their hunger. Their desire to feed, to gain power, to be powerful.
His desires were the same still, weren't they?
He suppressed his reiatsu completely, jumping into the air as the mass of hollows flooded onto where he was standing seconds earlier, a few eating each other. They were hungry, and cannibalistic, but the feeding died down soon. Menos Grande had surprisingly little urge to feed on each other. So Souta just watched them from the branches high up, before moving, looking for something. He wanted to see a feeding frenzy. He wanted to see the birth of a Gillian, as if it would give him some kind of understanding.
It took him a while to find one, and when he watched he, he didn't learn anything. It was a cannibalistic orgy, a thrashing mess of bodies in a pile, eating each other until eventually you couldn't tell one ruined body from the next, and then the next time you blinked it was like a gillian rose from the pile. Nothing to learn.
He sighed. He was tired of this already. Research had never been his deal, even when he was interested in something. He moved around the forest some more, before finding a tree with a nice little hollow in it above a branch. Maybe some hollow had carved a hollow for the hollow to sleep in. Funny thought there, Souta. He shook his head at himself as he moved into it, situating himself just right.
A nap would do him good. Maybe he'd be struck with some revelation as he slept. At least the voices were quiet.
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WC/GP 486/9
Maybe if he understood what he started from, he'd understand better where he stood now. Chainhunter was a part of that, or at least he was now. At first he was interesting, but then Souta realized how very much he wanted to know more about the evolution of a hollow. He'd skipped all of that himself, hadn't he? He'd never found another hollow who'd taken the same path as him.
It was pointless to look for landmarks that he might recognize as he walked through the forests. Even if he would have been paying attention, this forest was a maze of repetition. He was alone, in a way. He could see them, at the edge of his vision. Hollows, swarming around him, as if his mere presence parted the sea. They were afraid of being destroyed. Afraid of how much power he had. He suppressed his reiatsu some, and watched them push in, their radius tightening. Their fear was battling their hunger. That was the most integral part of a hollow after all, wasn't it? Their hunger. Their desire to feed, to gain power, to be powerful.
His desires were the same still, weren't they?
He suppressed his reiatsu completely, jumping into the air as the mass of hollows flooded onto where he was standing seconds earlier, a few eating each other. They were hungry, and cannibalistic, but the feeding died down soon. Menos Grande had surprisingly little urge to feed on each other. So Souta just watched them from the branches high up, before moving, looking for something. He wanted to see a feeding frenzy. He wanted to see the birth of a Gillian, as if it would give him some kind of understanding.
It took him a while to find one, and when he watched he, he didn't learn anything. It was a cannibalistic orgy, a thrashing mess of bodies in a pile, eating each other until eventually you couldn't tell one ruined body from the next, and then the next time you blinked it was like a gillian rose from the pile. Nothing to learn.
He sighed. He was tired of this already. Research had never been his deal, even when he was interested in something. He moved around the forest some more, before finding a tree with a nice little hollow in it above a branch. Maybe some hollow had carved a hollow for the hollow to sleep in. Funny thought there, Souta. He shook his head at himself as he moved into it, situating himself just right.
A nap would do him good. Maybe he'd be struck with some revelation as he slept. At least the voices were quiet.
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WC/GP 486/9