Monotony Broken [Group.G/Open]

The small girl stood on a dune of ivory sand. The night seemed so still at the moment, she was usually found in the desert seeing as how the sand comforted her so much. She avoided Las Noches so she wouldn't see the annoying arrancar and shinigami that remained there. She much rather be under the night sky, watching the stars. Licking her lip the small girl shook her head, the snow white hair swaying as she did so. She was not a powerful person, but she was not weak either. Sliding her left foot forward, she suddenly pitched forward in motion, her white hair streaming behind her for a moment before she flexed her hand slightly. Then the ground under her became pure ice, which she continued to slide down. It was the colour of a rainbow, but its beauty was unmatched. If someone needed something crafted from glass Ciro was their go to person.

Suddenly she noted someone walking towards Las Noches, her eyes held a curious look to them for a moment before she smirked. It was a hollow, she could sense it already. What it was doing heading in the direction she did not know.

Foolish creature, I suppose I shall guide it away from its death.

The trail of glass extended forward under her feet as she walked, not liking to get sand in her sandals. The glass on the hill was already breaking back into its sand state as she walked, a curious look appearing on her face; he seemed to be dragging his food around with him. Wrinkling her nose, Ciro sighed softly, before rolling her one visible eye.

"Oi, beast!"[/i]

Kildred stopped his advance as something yelled out. It didn't sound angry, but sound was unusual in and of itself. At least, for as long as he had been here. Looking around, he noticed nothing out of the ordinary. Those buildings still lingered in the distance. Whatever they were still enticed him. Though, buildings couldn't make sound. Could they? Maybe if it was a living building. Those might taste weird. He had never tried to eat a building before. Could a building even be eaten?

Opting to search out the voice instead, Kildred turned around in his natural awkward fashion. Twisting his stomach, his head turned just enough to locate the girl who had shouted. She stood, wearing some white cloth and a mask upon her head. He had a mask too. Idly scratching it, as if to compare, his eyes became drawn to her feet. She stood on something shiny. What was it? Engulfing another limb of his meal, he walked over to investigate the reflective ground.
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WC - 168

The girl peered down the beast with an interested look for a moment, the lone crimson eye looking ominous in the night air. She did not know what to say to it but she enjoyed the calm manner of the night, peering at the hollow, her foot slid on the cold surface on the glass which she made a platform of. The odd angle at which the hollow held its self in made her curious, what on earth was wrong with it to like being back in such a manner. Her white hair swayed slightly, while the cooling winds continued to billow around the two creatures. They were not far from each other when it came to the thought process; arrancars fought for power, a hunger that existed in all breeds. While, hollows fed on strong souls to sate themselves from madness, which in turn made them more powerful.

She watched the slow procession of his shuffling steps that seemed to mar the smooth surface of the sand leaving almost ugly gouges in the ground. But even the most ugly thing could be turned into a piece of art. It took a creative fresh mind, open with ideas. Slowly her eyes moved up his form, which seemed focused on the stained glass on which she stood, slowly she stepped back from the section, more glass forming under her feet, expanding roughly two feet around her making a small platform. The colours of the glass shimmered beautifully under the inky black sky of the desert.

”Do you like it?”[/i]

Her voice was gentle, sweetly innocent like a child that had not seen the horrors of the world. She was always marveling at her own powers. The very glass that damned her to this existence was the thing protecting her. How cruel irony was on those that lived this life. Her crimson eye fluttered away from the hollow that peered to the glass, in awe.

”I made it, I hope it fitting. This strange object is called stained glass, although I realize you won’t understand a thing I’m saying. Sigh, here I am, attempting to carry a conversation with a hollow. Might as well just slap a collar on you, and name yeah fluffy, or something of the likes...”[/i]

The girl made more noise, moving around and creating more of the shiny stuff. It glistened in the light of the desert, sparkling in various colors around odd areas. Whatever did that seemed random, however. Whenever he moved to get a closer look, the colors would vanish, and another would appear elsewhere. Tearing the limb off completely, he moved the corpse to the side as he idly chewed on the leg. Kildred crawled down and investigated this substance further. It was fascinating.

She made noises again. It wasn't like other noises he heard. The thing he ate made a noise too, but it was a bad one. He didn't like it. Thankfully, it stopped once he began eating it. This girl's noises were pleasant. He had briefly contemplated eating her, but then the noises would probably stop. These noises were okay. Moving to his right, Kildred continued looking through the shiny stuff. He still couldn't see the colors up close. When he saw the girl, though, she changed. Her face became wide and unrecognizable. Lifting his head, he saw that she wasn't altered. This substance could actually make her head go wide when you look through it. Going from looking at the girl normally to peering through the substance, he tried to make sense of it. What was this shiny stuff, anyway?
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WC - 222

Watching the hollow that shifted about her to the other side, Ciro arched one of her eyebrows for a moment, before wondering if she should express her concern. Obviously the glass was not edible for a hollows consumption. Her crimson eye held a curious look to it as he mindless stared to it with eyes wide like a child. It reminded her of how she had died before. Long ago when things seemed less complicated. Although she had figured out that beasts that she had caught glimpses of at her grandmothers side was actually a hollow who had been tamed, learning to devour those when it needed to. Ciro thought this over in a curious manner, did the beast love her grandmother? That was something Ciro pondered, being someone as keen and cruel as she was she knew love was only fake for lust and adoration, the likes. Things that could've crossed into obsession. Someone could've died for such things, but her train of thought went off. A small sigh escaping her mouth for a moment, wondering where this hollow had come from. It seemed so odd, a beast that walked on a strange angle carrying himself about.

Noting that he seemed curious over the substance they stood on Ciro lifted her hand slowly, a wall of shimmering stained glass appearing behind the hollow. Stepping past him, she lightly touched the glass, before a hand dropped into her pockets. Rummaging in the depths of the white uniform she pulled out a small packet. Inside were candies she was working on. Each one held a small part of soul within them so she wanted to know how it'd work on a hollow. Might as well do some research since she was avoiding Las Noches.

So she pulled out one of the candies, gently she walked to the hollow's side. Her hand grasped his, which was cool to the touch. She slipped the candy in it, before stepping back.

"Try it, please?"[/i]

When the girl moved, the shiny stuff rose behind him. Now he could see the entire desert, and the colors were closer to him. Kildred stood up straight, but twisted his back even further to look through the shining wall. His spine cracked in several places as his skin stretched out to accommodate. He showed no signs of discomfort, however, as if it was nothing more than cracking his knuckles. The wall was rather warm, a stark contrast to his own body temperature. Keeping his hands against it, the twisted hollow continued casting his gaze around. The colors kept moving in some strange assortment of dance. What an odd thing this was.

So absorbed in the shiny wall, Kildred only barely took notice of his hand being grasped. When he cocked his head to the left to see what it was, the girl had placed something there and made more noise. It sounded like three grunts. Why was she grunting? Was she challenging him? Maybe he had unknowingly come into her territory. She might be preparing to attack. His thoughts ran off until he remembered his hand. Whatever he held oddly rolled around when he opened his fist, some small item placed there. It smelled familiar. Bringing it closer to his face, Kildred sniffed it a few more times before realizing it smelled like his meal. Better, in fact.

This small, weird thing smelled better? How could that be? Pondering such a thing seemed stupid. It smelled like food, so obviously it was. His mask split open as he rolled the item into his maw, crunching it down between his teeth. The thing she gave him...tasted much like his meal. No, even better. Now it was really strange. How could the small thing, barely even a bite, be better than the whole body? Was it part of a better meal? Was there more? Remembering the scent, he sniffed the air. It was close by. Really close by. He followed the lingering odor down, twisting over and landing on his hands. Flipping his body forward, his spine straightened itself out before his feet touched ground, allowing him to twist yet again and look the girl in the eyes while he was upside-down. She smelled like the small thing. Was she the rest of it? Another sniff. No, she wasn't it. She had it. There was more, somewhere. Somewhere around her.

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WC - 400

Ciro peered into the inky darkness of the night, the sky shone with little light of stars that seemed to trhead their way in the inky darkness. Her pale hair seemed lumionus in the poor light of the desert, but it also struck her as odd. Everything in this place clased into one large oil painting of white and black, it was like colour was a forbidden fruit in this land. But, the small arrancar was here to make colour where ever she went, filling the world with the beautiful glimmer of coloured glass. Hearing the cracks that echoed from the hollows back when it moved, the fraccion looked interested. Maybe she had found her latest test subject, he did not seem too vicious like most hollow she ran along. The wall of glass seemed to just be a mere show of her true strength, a testament to her will, something she would not allow anyone to forget. After she assesed the hollows interest in the thin sheet of glass that seemed suspended from the ground, when in reality it was reinforced with her reiatsu to stand in a straight manner with out even the slightest trace of flaw.

The night was going well, pleasure surged in her petite form as he ate the piece of candy she had offered, the packet was held loosely in her hand waiting to see his reaction. She was hoping this time she had made it right, the last few times she had accidentally killed her last subjects. It wasn't her fault that they had bled. She had only contributed enough to end their pain, after giving a few deeply lacerations to watch the ruddy flow of blood. Looking like a small girl, and being a beast at heart seemed to concern people, but to her it was the flaw of her life. She was killed from someone being cruel and decieving to her, so why did she not merely share the suffering? Metally she had not matured enough to get over petty squabbles so to her this actually meant a lot to see the hollow test the hard candy. She knew that one well, this batch had been worked on for almost three days straight with her occasional pause to find something to eat.

Watching the male hollow sniff the air, she raised the packet shaking it slightly. The hard candies clinked against one another in the paper packaging. So he must have liked it then? She would have to take more notes of this. she slipped her hand into the package and pulled out another one of the red hard candies holding it in her palm, outstretched toward the hollow. Did she want to hurt him? No, she was fascinated by his reactions. Those were more valuable to her than any death at the moment, after all he was slowly becoming her subject.