Post by Kionchi on Dec 7, 2015 18:18:21 GMT -5
It was like a blanket rocking back and forth in the breeze. The scent of anise tingling the end of his tongue as he watched the bright lavender aura ebb and flow from its hiding place deep in Las Noches. It wasn't like the other two, the fragments of their broken masks still scattered across his empty room. The aura was weak. And yet there was a subtle tinge of some other hue buried deep beneath the surface. Each step he took in his mind-eye darkened its shadows as he wandered closer and closer to the source of its energy. Had he realized he had actually physically begun to walk the halls of Las Noches, the wayward shinigami might have been more careful. Fortunately the halls in that floor of that wing of that tower had been systematically abandoned; Rumors of the shinigami and his serial killings not yet reaching the ears of those powerful enough to risk it. And yet the energy he felt buried away was just so timid that he couldn't fathom such a creature surviving in Las Noches for long. Perhaps he, like Kionchi, was intent on keeping away as many beasts as he could. And yet, like Kionchi, there was a certain magnaminty to it that he just couldn't help but draw himself toward.
Perhaps he was just another spider like Kionchi, waiting for just the right prey to fly into his glistening strands.
The once pink aura began to darken as he approached. An anxiety crept up the blind shinigami's spine as he watched the rocking aura slowly build up like a storm brewing right beyond the horizon. Was this its soul bearing its teeth? A pity. The blanket would get wet left out in the rain, and if the winds picked up anymore Kionchi was afraid the laundry might blow right off over the balcony. He stopped advancing for a moment, his right arm beginning to stiffen as though there were a storm approaching. The smell of licorice had passed, replaced instead by the familiar scent of brine and wave. The water wasn't about to fall from the sky, rather it was going to rise and consume the very earth itself.
He continued down the hall, quickening his pace with every step as he licked his lips in anticipation. This subject would not disappoint him. Not like the others.
Thump
He stopped dead in his tracks. The aura was closer that he'd imagined. Right to his left. Down a hall he'd never bothered noticing before. Even in his plain white kimono it was clear to see he wasn't an arrancar, and the idea of leaving familiar territory made even the capricious and curious Kionchi pause for a second. Just long enough to chuckle at the idea of how much longer his former self would have stood there and asked himself a string of pointless questions.
“Is anyone here?” He wasn't afraid, right? There was nothing to be afraid of. The hollow had to be in one of the rooms down the hall. And even with the changes in its aura he couldn't imagine it was enough of a threat. “I'm afraid I'm a little lost and I was wondering if someone could help me.”
But why his arm so sore?
WC: 554; GP 11; TGP: 11
Perhaps he was just another spider like Kionchi, waiting for just the right prey to fly into his glistening strands.
The once pink aura began to darken as he approached. An anxiety crept up the blind shinigami's spine as he watched the rocking aura slowly build up like a storm brewing right beyond the horizon. Was this its soul bearing its teeth? A pity. The blanket would get wet left out in the rain, and if the winds picked up anymore Kionchi was afraid the laundry might blow right off over the balcony. He stopped advancing for a moment, his right arm beginning to stiffen as though there were a storm approaching. The smell of licorice had passed, replaced instead by the familiar scent of brine and wave. The water wasn't about to fall from the sky, rather it was going to rise and consume the very earth itself.
He continued down the hall, quickening his pace with every step as he licked his lips in anticipation. This subject would not disappoint him. Not like the others.
Thump
He stopped dead in his tracks. The aura was closer that he'd imagined. Right to his left. Down a hall he'd never bothered noticing before. Even in his plain white kimono it was clear to see he wasn't an arrancar, and the idea of leaving familiar territory made even the capricious and curious Kionchi pause for a second. Just long enough to chuckle at the idea of how much longer his former self would have stood there and asked himself a string of pointless questions.
“Is anyone here?” He wasn't afraid, right? There was nothing to be afraid of. The hollow had to be in one of the rooms down the hall. And even with the changes in its aura he couldn't imagine it was enough of a threat. “I'm afraid I'm a little lost and I was wondering if someone could help me.”
But why his arm so sore?
WC: 554; GP 11; TGP: 11
