Post by Tyrant on Jan 3, 2015 21:25:29 GMT -5
Forced from the hunt early, on a mid-spring night, Tyrant retreated into a location that he rather detested. Shinigami patrols were annoying enough on their own. But their increased numbers in Japan were especially obnoxious for the giant dragon-like Hollow. Abandoning feeding on this day was completely unacceptable. So, the adjucha retreated deep into a location where they would never think to look for him. Aokigahara, the suicide forest. A favored hunting ground for some other hollow, the dense woodlands were particularly famous among humans as a place to end one's life. Two things made this place out of the question for Tyrant. One was that he obviously did not belong. The forest was so dense that not even wind could make it through. His larger than normal body made traveling through the forest quit difficult. The second point was that the souls here lacked flavor. This forest was the final resting place to those that gave up on life. Their depression lacked the fear or control that Tyrant required in his meals. Mundane lives would do nothing to satisfy his hunger even if he were to consume them. Instead, the beast had to gamble on a different strategy. Go deeper into the forest. Aokigahara is not only a suicide spot but a tourist attraction as well. Most people don't go more than a couple of kilometers in. Especially if you're going to kill yourself. Every now and then though, a zealous adventurer travels deeper into the forest. Off the path and spirited away by the dense jungle, this lost individual would easily satiate Tyrant's need for fear.
What he began to pick up on was something much more enticing. It was faint on the edge of his ability to sense but the dragon was beginning to feel a spiritually aware soul. Something unique among the humans... a Quincy. Normally, one avoids quincy when possible. Much like shinigami, they're more trouble than they're worth. They also come in packs. Killing one quincy means the retribution of twenty. Tyrant is no fool and normally wouldn't take the risk. But... the quincy is alone and in a dense forest. Tyrant's body is large and difficult to maneuver but the trees grant him much cover. His hunger rationalized a dangerous plan in his head but he would not endanger himself needlessly. He would begin by stalking closer to the soul and see if it was safe enough to attack.
A black body snaked its was through the dense trees. A stark white mask seemed to float in the air. Wings pressed against his body, tails float gently behind his back. A tiny clicking noise churned inside his mouth as he looked out. A female. Tyrant's mouth curled into a smile. Man or woman didn't really matter but he still loved the women more. She's a little older but she has taken good care of herself. Hunting Hollow is physically demanding work after all. Pink locks ran down her back and reminded him of younger and brighter days. Her hips swayed in a telltale manner called "mother's hips". She was used to holding a child on her hip while doing other tasks. The crow's feet and light laugh lines said she had joy in her life. But the small wrinkles that were beginning to age on her brow suggested a sternness to this woman. She did not possess fear for herself but Tyrant knew that a mother always had fear for her children.
His tongue ran across his teeth in anticipation for this one. The hunger had clouded his mind though. He failed to ask a key question in his hunt. What is she? What does she do? What defines this woman as an individual? She is a quincy, she hunts hollow, there is only one hollow out here. So, what is this woman doing in the middle of this forest alone?
WC: 650
GP: 13