Post by Livor Luctus on Apr 30, 2011 11:15:00 GMT -5
The night has long befallen a small village in Rukongai, trapping all the spirits there in a slumber. That seemed so unnatural for the dead, yet they continued to live their existences within the endless cycle of rest and awake. The air was fresh, stitched with threads of cold sharp winds, battling the heat left behind by the scorching sun. Some mile away from the village, on top of a hill bordering a small grove, the veil of the night became distorted. It screamed with a howling voice, as if the air was starting to get sucked into something, the night twitched in agony as its flesh was ripped in two by an enormous black maw of a Garganta. At first within the insatiable mouth of the pathway there was only thick, heaving blackness, shimmering with numerous facets of darkness. Then it became a womb, tainted, cursed womb. It was gave birth to a little army of bloodthirsty, malicious beast - Hollows. They marched out of Garganta with screeching and howling. Insanity in their eyes was even more primal than usual, creatures moved as if driven by an unseen force that possessed both their minds and limbs. The patchy crowd of Hollows: lizards, snakes, tigers, oxes and all variations of mixed features, charged at the village. No reason could stop this pack of animals, put together by a malevolent destiny or cruel chance. After the bestial legion made its way towards what seemed like an easy prey the Garganta spouted another being, probably more horrifying than all the Hollows that were running down the hill - an Arrancar. Livor's bare feet stepped upon the lush abundant grass of Soul Society.
Luctus breathed in the warm night air while spreading his broad shoulders and stretching somewhat tired left arm. The reason for that tiredness was the unsual, but truly pompous attire he wore on that night. His right arm was covered by a serpentine pattern of seemingly Arabic tattoos, they weaved their way all the way from the fingertips, up the arm and ended in a large circle of writings around the hollow hole on the right breast. It looked as if the tattoo was meant to seal something within the black pit. Livor wore nothing on the chest or back, exposing the slight bronze of skin to the cooling winds of the night. Below the waist he wore spacious white trousers and no shoes, yet the most fascinating feature of the outfit was what rested on the left arm. It was a large plate glove made out of gold. It created a screaming disproportion between the two upper limbs. The piece of armour seemed heavy, it was making arrancar lean slightly to the left. In the upper most plate of the glove there was a large precious opal engraved into the sheet of gold. Even in pale light of the night luminary the insides of the stone danced and swirled in an intoxicating tango of rainbow glares. The top plates were also pierced with dozens golden chains, those whirled their away around the arm, covering it almost completely, and ended up piercing yet another golden accessory - a broad flat collar, hanging loosely around the neck. The chains were spread evenly around the surface of the metal, that was decorated with evenly spaced medium size rubies. Livor's dark green hair were a royal mess that night, they were wildly tossed around the scalp. The only orderly thing was the usual slim long tail of hair ending with a bone band at the waist. Basked in the moonlight he looked like a Persian god taking a human form.
"Why did I come through this Garganta? There is barely anything to do, apart from watching those poor sods slaughtered down the hill. Idiots always get overexcited when one of these random pathways open. I should really..." The lunar portal high in the sky opened even wider, capturing the gaze of the amber eyes. Goddess's mantle wrapped around the demon and banished the taint of madness and burden of thought to linger in the only place the moonlight was helpless to reach - the black hole symmetrical to the heart. Livor stood, arms limp along the torso, head raised to absorb every single drop of the moon's mystical radiance. It was always like that with him. Perhaps because of the distant past as a feral adjuchas Luctus would often find himself put in trance by the moon's solemn splendor. It seemed that the creatures that poured out of the twisted pathway were destined to die, or just plain unlucky. The hollows in the village were dealt with by the shinigami, the patrol was fairly tattered but they dealt with the intrusion efficiently. All who remained were severely wounded and medics. If any of them was to take a stroll up the not so distant hill they would find a strangely dressed arrancar, standing in daze before the divine lunar gaze, just on the border of a small grove. The visitor would be able to approach the monster unnoticed quite easily, even observe the beast's silent prayer, if one desired.
WC: 858
GP: 17 {total: 17}
Luctus breathed in the warm night air while spreading his broad shoulders and stretching somewhat tired left arm. The reason for that tiredness was the unsual, but truly pompous attire he wore on that night. His right arm was covered by a serpentine pattern of seemingly Arabic tattoos, they weaved their way all the way from the fingertips, up the arm and ended in a large circle of writings around the hollow hole on the right breast. It looked as if the tattoo was meant to seal something within the black pit. Livor wore nothing on the chest or back, exposing the slight bronze of skin to the cooling winds of the night. Below the waist he wore spacious white trousers and no shoes, yet the most fascinating feature of the outfit was what rested on the left arm. It was a large plate glove made out of gold. It created a screaming disproportion between the two upper limbs. The piece of armour seemed heavy, it was making arrancar lean slightly to the left. In the upper most plate of the glove there was a large precious opal engraved into the sheet of gold. Even in pale light of the night luminary the insides of the stone danced and swirled in an intoxicating tango of rainbow glares. The top plates were also pierced with dozens golden chains, those whirled their away around the arm, covering it almost completely, and ended up piercing yet another golden accessory - a broad flat collar, hanging loosely around the neck. The chains were spread evenly around the surface of the metal, that was decorated with evenly spaced medium size rubies. Livor's dark green hair were a royal mess that night, they were wildly tossed around the scalp. The only orderly thing was the usual slim long tail of hair ending with a bone band at the waist. Basked in the moonlight he looked like a Persian god taking a human form.
"Why did I come through this Garganta? There is barely anything to do, apart from watching those poor sods slaughtered down the hill. Idiots always get overexcited when one of these random pathways open. I should really..." The lunar portal high in the sky opened even wider, capturing the gaze of the amber eyes. Goddess's mantle wrapped around the demon and banished the taint of madness and burden of thought to linger in the only place the moonlight was helpless to reach - the black hole symmetrical to the heart. Livor stood, arms limp along the torso, head raised to absorb every single drop of the moon's mystical radiance. It was always like that with him. Perhaps because of the distant past as a feral adjuchas Luctus would often find himself put in trance by the moon's solemn splendor. It seemed that the creatures that poured out of the twisted pathway were destined to die, or just plain unlucky. The hollows in the village were dealt with by the shinigami, the patrol was fairly tattered but they dealt with the intrusion efficiently. All who remained were severely wounded and medics. If any of them was to take a stroll up the not so distant hill they would find a strangely dressed arrancar, standing in daze before the divine lunar gaze, just on the border of a small grove. The visitor would be able to approach the monster unnoticed quite easily, even observe the beast's silent prayer, if one desired.
WC: 858
GP: 17 {total: 17}