Post by Jack O'Lantern on Sept 7, 2015 11:10:29 GMT -5
Far away from the dome of Las Noches, among the sandy dunes, the battle for survival continued. Only the strongest of the Hollows were allowed to proceed to the farther stages of the evolution, it was to live or to die here. Struggling in this harsh environment made one particular Hollow learn about his advantage in this sandy field and a way to stay ahead of the competition. Taking the form of an arachnid clad in a chitin armor, he was the kind of the desert, a scorpion among scorpions. He was the natural predator of the sand and this gave him an edge over the other Hollows which lived in these lands. They were all his prey, nothing else and nothing more.
With precise movements, Sasori would sneak up on his prey, getting just enough distance that he needed to strike. Then, with a single, swift, movement of his long tail, a single blow would be delivered. It was all that he needed, a single blow which pierces the skin. Upon delivering it, he would retreat and conceal himself among the sand, perfectly adapting due to the shade of his armor. After that one strike, all he needed to do was wait and let the poison do its thing. It wouldn't take long, the prey was a small lizard based Adjuchas Hollow of a small statue. Before it even realized what it was all about, the liquid injected into its body would take its tool and it would fall into the sand, defenseless and unable to move. This was what Sasori was aiming at all along.
His prey was ready for the feasting.
Dropping his guard completely, the scorpion Hollow would quickly approach his weakened prey, wasting no time to get there. He couldn't afford being there if someone else decided to show up and try to steal his meal so he needed to eat fast. Despite his advantage when it came to the battlefield, he was still not that formidable and the only reason as to why he managed to survive this long was thanks to his cowardice and paranoia. With haste, he would start feasting upon the defenseless Hollow, not even bothering to finishing it off, devouring it while it was still alive. Time was of the utmost importance here, he could not waste something this precious by finishing a meal which was already good enough for feasting.
Ah, he enjoyed every moment of it. Like a junkie, he took a dosage after dosage, getting a high every time he swallowed a chunk of this fresh meat. The other Hollow would weep, begging for mercy but, he didn't care, he didn't even notice it. No, he was completely intoxicated by this wonderful felling that he payed no attention to anything else but it. This was the highlight of his Hollow life, the absolute max. He didn't need anything other than this, he was content by devouring others and becoming stronger. It was just amazing how he could notice the changes in his power and feel the spiritual energy surging through his body. He wanted more of it.
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