Post by Sebastian R. Cyre on Apr 12, 2015 0:00:15 GMT -5
OOC- was going to make my first post 10,00 words but i got anxiouss sop ill type mroe as i go
Crimson
Milan, the most populated city in Italy, is drenched in the ivory light of the moon suspended In the sky to spectate the nights events. Just as the day cycle of the world of the living had its secrets, the night cycle did as well. When the moon rose into the sky, a higher number of demonic children whom hail from another realm would take to the streets to feed and play… Cyre being one of the participants in the crimson bath. He lurks through the empty alley ways as to avoid the larger stronger hollows. Adhujas was his class and it had been 3 days since he had found a soul worthy for a filling meal.
Bright blue eyes scan the urban surroundings as he feels the air for any possible electric twinge that could signify some sort of spirit energy near by. The hunger swelled in his stomach in tandem with the ever increasing burn of thirst making his quest that much more urgent. He stalks the streets until finally hearing the muffled voice from behind the walls of a house he had been passing. With the swift stealth of a mad man, the hollow creeps to window and peers into the confines of the building. Through the glass portal, Cyre spots a young human female engaged in conversation on the phone. She had delicate light skin and long auburn hair to contrast, chocolate brown eyes fixated on a cup of tea resting on her coffee table. The energy of her soul was nothing to be impressed with but to the starved D’Angelo Adhujas, it was irresistible. The hollows mouth begins to water as he gently passes through the solid matter making up the wall, gracefully gliding towards the girl. Black claws shine in an ebony gloss under the light on the ceiling as the taloned hand reaches for her throat….
Milan is bathed in screams for a few moments before all returns to being silent.
Cyre passes through the door, wispy white hair stained crimson in some areas, a new rejuvenated luster sparkles in his devious eyes, one word on his mind.. “More.” He wanted more, he wanted the sweet succulent flavor of a terrified soul on his tongue, the hot sticky blood running fast and bathing his claws.. the delicious screams. “More.” He mentally repeats as he begins to run up the street on all fours. Who would his next victim be? What poor unfortunate wanderer would meet their tragic fate on this night? Only Cyre could decide and decide he would for the next voice would act as a beacon to he and his blood lusted mind. He wanders all the way to a public park where he had heard the joyous laughter of a young couple frolicking by upon the cobble stone path way that spread through the whole park itself. The Adhujas watches them from a distance, watching the way they look at each other, watching the way they laughed and played and..loved. An unbearable buzzing coupled with a rage and burning sensation floods through the confines of Cyres mind as he observes the delicate spectacle… oh how he would enjoy ending this moment. He is perched on a street lamp overlooking the two, prepared to pounce before a strong spirit energy enters the range of which he is able to feel others. His head whips in its direction, “A shinigami.” He mutters, worrying that the death god may have picked up the Adhujas trace. Feeling the immense gap between his power and the Soul Reapers, the hollow grits his jagged teeth and leaps off the street lamp to begin a sprint into the city. Being paranoid and cautious, Cyre’s life was lived by the code of “Run away, live to fight another day.” And thusly, the Adhujas ran into the sea of electric born light and darkness shrouding the corners around it, the concrete jungle.. so that he may one day.. bathe in its bounty of Crimson yet again.
Aurulent
Soon the lunar rock would fade into the oncoming dawn and the city would slowly gloss over with the golden rays of sunshine promising a new day. Fewer hollows would roam the street in broad day light which meant that their human prey would be safer. All would be golden for the next twelve hours. Cyre slowly creeps through an abandoned warehouse originally used for the storage of trucks that had belonged to a delivery service but operations were moved elsewhere. The windows had long since dusted over allowing only short bursts of beams from the light outside its confines to trickle into the building itself. The hollows scaled skin catches a beam every now and then emitting a faint gray sheen for a few brief moments. But what could really catch the eye of a bystander were a bystander foolish enough to stay and watch the spectacle, would be how Cyres hair would catch the rays and almost glow a bright white.
The Adhujas was on a mission, no longer starving, he felt it unnecessary to stay in an area that Shinigami would be dispatched to as a result of the human he had devoured last night which meant that his mission would have to be subsequent to that fact and he would make it his goal of the day to leave the world of the living for a short time.. perhaps he would get lucky and come across a weaker Hollow in Hueco Mundo. His eyes lock on the heavy metal garage door only three quarters closed, aurulent light flooding in from the outside through the bottom gap and soaking the dusted concrete floor beneath it. Ever so slowly, the white haired monster would crawl underneath the door until reaching the other side. His eyes forcibly squint at the shocking transition from hardly lit to fully saturated. The Adhujas raises a taloned hand to shield his face from the burning rays being emitted from the flaming giant In the sky, in mere moments he adjusts and begins to trot through the alley ways. His scales and hair would put him at a disadvantage in this quest a he was reflecting and absorbing rays of light every which way, acting as a moving target to any stronger hollows that hadn’t made it home just yet or any Shinigami assigned to protect this section of town. Cyre’s movements were swift and full of haste as he began to look for the rarest of spots, one high enough to gain a respectable vantage point yet concealed enough to keep his presence relatively unknown at the least. Getting to Hueco Mundo was quit the challenge indeed for the anit-hero, as was the case for any low power hollows such as himself, for he was unable to use the garganta technique and his unfortunately simple mind at current couldn’t even begin to comprehend how to master any sort of portal for his own use. He would have to wait for a rare occurrence to occur, a Menos Grande would enter by some stroke of luck and Cyre would be able to hastily charge through his Garganta and back to his desert realm. However, despite not being of the most intelligent race, Cyre knew that this event could take days, weeks, months even years to actually happen… it was supposed to always be a plan C but in circumstances such as this.. it has been promoted to the only plan. The Adhujas spots a lush hill In the distance overlooking a fair section of town, the top peppered in fully leafed trees, “Yes.” The hollow thinks as he sprints on all four towards the area. As he rushes for the spot, a tint of brown flashes in the corner of his left eye, forcing him to stop and snap his eyes onto whatever it could have been. His bright luminescent eyes fixate on a small rodent labeled “Squirrel” by the inhabitants of the world of the lvinig. The small furred animal stares at the Adhujas demon as if it could actually see him, “Can it see me?” Cyre wonders, absolutely shocked yet titillated by the idea. He raises his arms into the air and waves them around to get some sort of response or reaction from the rodent, but much to the Hollows dismay, it simply picks up its acorn and runs up a tree. Cyre’s eyes narrow as he refocuses on the hill and begins to dash towards it yet again. Finally reaching the natural outcrop, his grips the grass and soil with his claws and begins to make a break for the top. Victory! Reaching the top he wastes no time in finding a sizeable tree which he scales up and rests on an outstretched branch. The green leaves shade Cyre perfectly as he spectates the town below teaming with life. The beautiful thought runs through his mind, what if there were no Shinigam there? What a massacre.. what a blood bath that would be bestowed upon the city. “Delicious.” He murmurs aloud. His attention darts all over the area, all he can sense is the powerful shinigami eternally watching over the human population.
Hours would pass and consist of the white haired Hollow staring at the city and fidgeting his talons. The cool breeze providing relief to the overheating grass below the tree from the sun’s rays and gliding over the gray scaled skin of the trees newest temporary inhabitant. The devourer of souls awaits any shred of opportunity as an opportunist does. The sun would slowly shift its alignments in the sky gradually, slowly inching towards its place of rest over Milan to allow the city to once again slip into an unconscious state and this fact alone is enough to cause Cyre to dream of giving up his objective. “No.” He thinks, “I won’t go back to the sewers.” The hollow grimaces a moment behind his pearl white mask at the remembrance of the thick pungent stench that constantly frothed through the oxygen of his former home, “Never again.” He promises himself, that memory alone being enough to rejuvenate his resolve In achieving his objective. The sky begins its color transformation from sunshine to the light creamy blue of twilight. Cyre begins to doubt his luck before a space of air at the mouth of the forest turns to static for a moment. The adhujas widens his eyes and stares at it intently. Triumph! A black line forms and opens, revealing a huge Garganta and Menos Grande inside! Never before had Cyre been so lucky, “Yes.” He mutters as he drops from the tree, landi9ng on his hands and feet and madly sprinting towards the multi-dimensional portal but slowing down the closer he got as to not alert the thundering giant to his presence. “One Cero from it, and I would cease to exist.” The scaled demon ponders the possibility of his own death but it was either risk death leaving or risk death staying so he pushes on, slowly transitioning to pure stealth. The ground is forced to extreme vibratory spasms that follow each step from the lumbering Hollow. Birds take flight from their trees, rabbits retreat into their underground tunnel systems.. all wildlife pulling out every possible stop to get away from the unnatural spectacle of a creature from another realm coming to theirs to feast and implement havoc. But to Cyre, the giant was not the focal point of his attention, the bridge between two worlds that he came riding in on was… the Garganta. Soon the Shinigami officers would come and commit to combat with the large black devil in order to rid his existence from the world.. how quickly they forget that it is simply the natural order of things. The small Adhujas rushes into the Garganta, struggling to control the sea of luminescent green reistu below his feet as he dashes for the gradually closing opening at the other end. Before it closes completely and leaves him in a limbo of spirit energy, he wildly flings his body through it, landing in a soft bed of sand, his skin soothed by the thick ivory light of Hueco Mundos moon……. He was home.
Beige.
Defying logic, Cyre casually strolls over the beige sands of Hueco Mundo, the hollow realm. This universe was much different than that of the world of the living, the rules and laws appointed to dictate life style were vastly different here and Cyre knew it. Here, murder and cannibalism was a common occurrence and even smiled upon. Wild beasts dawning the appearance of demons ran amuck and free, doing as they pleased. Darwinism was alive..proud and practiced happily. The strong survived and the weak were devoured and unfortunately Cyre was not amongst the strongest out there. He begins to search for a cave he may temporarily hide in as shelter was key to life. Finding a cave would prove to be a sufficient challenge, however finding a cave that had no current inhabitants would. It was similar to Russian roulette as there were only three possible outcomes, he may find an empty cave, he may find a cave with a weak hollow living inside, or… worst case scenario.. hey may find a cave serving as shelter to a stronger hollow or band of stronger hollows. He begins to trek up a large sand dune, the euric powder clouding around his legs as he does so. Climbing upwards was much easier in the world of the living as soil and rock was easy to grasp…sand however always gave under any amount of weight. Finally, the Adhujas reaches the top and begins to can his surroundings… eyes glistening under the bright crescent suspended in the sky. In the distance, he feels he can make out the shape of a large rock quarry in the distance, and usually where ever a rock quarry existed… so did a cave. Satisfaction fills the hollow as he begins the voyage to the hopeful destination.
As he wanders, Cyre begins to ponder the thought of Las Noches, the only place where civility had a home in this hellish realm. He wonders what it could possibly be like in the large fortress, how comfortable and safe all of its inhabitants must feel and luxurious they must live their lives. For a brief moment, he actually asks himself why he isn’t living there… and then he remembered, the power houses known as the Espada. Their spirit energy was so monstrous compared to his own that he’d never dare to venture to close to the palace. His mental ramblings are brought to an abrupt end as he slowly begins to near the quarry. The closer he had gotten, the more assured he became of the areas safety level for he felt no other spirit energies which either meant no one was there.. or whoever was was far to weak to pose a threat. Finally, the Adhujas with ambitions of a new shelter reaches the edge of the small sand dune acting as a perimeter around the quarry. And low! A cave rested snuggly to the quarries left and brandished no signals of spirit energy inside. But Cyre was no fool, he didn’t believe he was lucky enough to find a Menos and a location like this all in one night. Slowly, the white haired devil patrols around the entire circular dune, observing the whole area before he decides it is safe to slide down but before he begins the action.. something redirects his attention.
The hollow whirls around and observes the natural ways of Hueco Mundo in the distance. He watches a small Hollow resembling some sort of large cat with the head of a falcon running from a larger hollow resembling a Minotaur. The pursuit lasts a short time, ending with the predatory hollows balled fists slamming into the back hips of its unfortunate prey, crippling the lesser beast whom still tries in vein to crawl away. For a moment, Cyre feels sympathy for the doomed creature as it could have easily been him and he admires the weaker beings refusal to simply die. The Minotuar hollow obviously gains immense amusement from his new found meals will for he howls In a rasped laugh. “You’ve almost got it!” He chuckles evilly, hovering over the dying mass, “Pathetic.” And with that, he delivers a powerful blow to the hollows skull, not hard enough to kill him for then he would fade to ash and no longer be useful but he was indeed unconscious. The horned head of the cannibalistic hollow looms close to its meal before devouring it.
Cyre shrugs, absorbing the spectacle through to white pupils before stating, “Better you than I.”
Hastily, the Adhujas sprints to the cave in order to hide from the behemoth that lurked in the beige ocean outside.
Taupe
The Menos Forest was the hunting ground of choice for Cyre. It was a place buried beneath the blood soaked sands of Hueco Mundos desert and was solely used by the normal breeds of hollows to hide away from the Arrancar. It was this function that made it so attractive to opportunists like Cyre for there was a very diversified blend of weaker hollows and stronger hollows. The layout of the forest was simple, it was just a stone forest, stone and partial sand floors rested under the canopy created by the large quartz trees. It was the thick taupe trees that the white haired Adhujas would hid amongst and await his prey. Being a member of Hueco Mundos native species, Cyres eyes adjust to the dark surroundings of the forest in no time, hollows were indeed creatures of the night. He stays in a crouched position behind the large quartz tree and waits for a meek hollow to scamper by. Moments would pass before his wish is granted…
The dull gray forests are briefly livened in a specific area by the blood curdling wails of a desperate hollow fleeing from one whom she deemed a monster. The small panther resembling hollow dashes through the trees, his white haired pursuer sprinting on all fours after her. Every moment that passed seemed to be an eternity to the doomed creature, perhaps this was the case so that it may not feel as if her life was ended to soon. Her black eyes shoot behind her for a moment, was she losing him? No… she was foolish to hope for such a thing, if anything.. he was gaining and doing so fast. Cyre bares his teeth ominously, smiling as he done so that she may understand.. it wasn’t just about survival…. He was going to enjoy her suffrage. The female hollow tries to pick up speed but exceeds her limits. A crisp snap can be heard followed by the high pitch yelp of a spirit who knows the end is amongst her. Slowly, the gray scaled demon paces around her body as if daring her to fight. He watches her through eyes holding such strong hatred that it made the panther hollow cringe… but soo hatred was replaced with an odd lust. Oh what horrific thoughts could be undergoing the process of birth behind the disturbed walls of her killers mind? He crawls to her, and she forces her eyes shut.. fighting him would only lengthen her death and she knew it. Suddenly, searing pain shoots through the nerves of her leg as a talloned hand grips the bone jutting from her ankle and twists, suffocating all hopes for a painless death that the girl may have had. Knowing this she lashes a clawed hand out hoping to at least wound her enemy but her hopes are shattered at the awful sound of her weak hierro busting open.. she stares in absolute terror as Cyre catches her paw in his mouth, teeth sunken in so deep that his mouth almost closes entirely.. a few tendons were severed by the sharp points of his fangs. He slowly opens his mouth, the sweet succulent blood trickling in a web formation down his chin as his eyes fixate on hers. “That was not nice..” he says, crawling forward until his body is over hers. “That wasn’t nice at all.. ive had my fun though.. I end you now.” His English was not perfect for he was merely an Adhujas. With his promise of death, he sinks his black claws into her sides and rips downward, the bath of blood spilling onto the taupe floor beneath before his head flies down, and his teeth slice into her throat.. the process of devouring has begun. He looks up at her face, pulling away from her blood soaked neck a moment to see a lone tear trickle down her white mask. Heartbreak at her death…
Cyre stops a moment, witnessing his aspect of death being caused by his own actions right before his very eyes and he is briefly overcome by a sadness that forces him to send a balla into her skull and end her pain. He speaks no words, he moans not in pleasure whilst devouring her soul..he just simply does so and moves on. Staying in one place to long was dangerous for the tables of fate and destiny could always turn and Cyre could be the prey.. and turn they do so easily in Hueco Mundo. He treads through the forest, saturated by its darkness he allows his mind to wonder and its focus goes to that tear trickling down the mask of that female. He is puzzled, was he really affected by this act of.. of soft emotion? He breathes out sharply, closing his eyes and smirking, “Nonsense.” He mutters dully. He was not affected in any negative way by this at all or at leats he had tried to convince himself of that.. his emotions changed so frequently and though he was void of empathy.. every now and then he would feel such sympathy for a human that he would not hunt for a day or so.. it was odd for he knew no other hollows to share this trait but he surely wasn’t the only one. Surely….
He begins to actually chuckle for a moment, “Cyre.” He says, his first name being the only thing he could remember of his past life for he hollowfied by his former home, “You are a mess…. A shameful excuse for an Adhujas.” He grimaces a moment, thinking to the other bigger stronger hollows that shared his class… he then thinks to Las Noches.. and how strong the Espada were.. how well taken care of their subordinates must be… “I will rise to your ranks.” He promises himself before disappearing into the dark.
WC- 3,792.
GP- roughly 50 even.