Post by Ryoku on May 13, 2015 1:07:34 GMT -5
Soaring over the moonlit sands of Hueco Mundo, the deep thud of a pair of massive wings flapping broke through the silence of the dead world. The shadow of the wings' owner danced across the sands as he glided effortlessly through the dark sky, his dull but ever-watchful eyes scanning the horizon for his next prey. He hunted not because he wanted to, but simply because his body told him that's what he needed to do. In truth, he loathed this lifestyle. The only reason he actually had any desire to live at this point was simply because death would be even more boring. Then again, he'd thought that death would be the end of it when he was still a human. Who was to say that there wasn't indeed another life after this one? It may prove to be more interesting.
But those were thoughts for another time. Now - now he needed to focus on staving off his hunger for yet another day. Bringing a taloned hand to his avian features, Richeshe let out a long sigh. How long would he have to keep up this lifestyle? How long would he be forced to hunt those below him simply so he could go on living? The very notion of it was... maddening. Were it not for the small thrill he got every time he hunted, he likely would have taken his own life by now, see what awaited in the beyond. But the thrill was the only break in the monotony that was his life. He craved it more than the actual soul of his prey itself. It was the only driving force behind his existence now, and he simultaneously loved and hated it.
His attention was diverted elsewhere as a particularly large reiatsu entered his perception, one that would be meal enough for several Hollow, let alone himself. This meal would stave off his hunger for days, if he could manage to actually defeat the reiatsu's owner. Being a Vasto Lorde, he had no doubt that he could kill the being, but the stage of evolution they currently stood at would determine just how easy it would be. It was times like these he wished he had chosen a more social existence - gathering allies and 'friends' to assist in large takedowns like these. But there was one sole reason he couldn't do such a thing; betrayal. Despite having been almost a century and a half ago, the betrayal of his comrades in his human life still stung like a fresh cut, and thus he could not find it in himself to trust anyone, especially other Hollow, who were driven by the same need to feed as he was. To them, he would likely just be another meal, eventually.
As he came closer and closer to this new-found prey, its figure taking shape in the distance - he figured it to be an Adjuchas due to its bear-like features, he mentally prepared himself for the battle ahead. He closed his sharp eyes and focused, entering the state of mind he'd honed over several decades of hunting his damned brethren. Opening his eyes, he descended from the sky and flew just inches above the sands as he rocketed toward his prey, intending to catch them off guard with his impressive speed. His talons would rend their tendons and disable them before they even knew to defend themselves. This prey was as good as his.
