Post by Iko on May 20, 2016 21:36:05 GMT -5
“Listen Iko, do you know feel the gears of fate grinding? Or would you rather wallow?”
A claw stretches outwards towards a hollow crawling away. The prey squealed and pleaded as the long white talons clasped around its ankle and forced it back towards the hunter. It had watched its brothers and sisters die to the insatiable predators hunger, never before had it felt a big a feeling of fear for its survival than now. The worst part? It was an Adjuchas! It was meant to be powerful! And now? And now?! The gnashing jaws of the predator cracked open, tendrils of saliva snapping one by one as the terrified prey looked downwards at the Adjuchas that was more powerful than he.
Death.
The Hollow’s bones cracked and splattered across the inside of the predator’s gullet as Iko walked through the cave, the hunger only slightly staved off. This cave was his home, he’d made it such. He’d told Ahau, Depredador and Emily to return here whenever they needed his aid. When he had returned from his excursion in the human world, he hadn’t found his pack but rather another. A pack of Adjuchas who had heard of his power and sought to contest him. Fools. Their weak spiritual energies and succulent flesh proved to be a satiable morsel for his growing appetite.
But the ouroborous that was his hunger was never-ending. As he ate more, he hungered more and that led to eating more. A never-ending cycle of a primal need to feed as the souls in his body demanded satisfaction. He would give them it, for now. But they had locked away his power and made him sluggish, they had numbed his nerves and dulled his understanding of himself.
He crossed to the end of the cave and looked out, across the moonlit wastes of Hueco Mundo he saw it, and a brilliant beam of gold cast a fiery backdrop from within Las Noches. He witnessed the shock waves of power as well and his signature smile sprung across his face, his grin growing wider with each passing second.
Instinctively he leapt forward towards Las Noches and within its walls with a mighty Sonido. There he saw the Mad King of Hueco Mundo in all his glory laying waste to his own castle. Yes, Iko had only been within these walls once and had only met one of the Espada but he knew who the Mad King was by sight alone.
He listened to the Mad Kings words and his smile grew wider. The King was denouncing his crown? He was casting away his right to the throne?
“Oh are you going to take it weakling? You would die to the Espada”
And for that moment Iko backed away, the voice in his head too jarring for him to focus. The apocalyptic beauty that was the former King of Hueco Mundo far too overwhelming. The voice in his head, too loud. Too sharp. Too female. He retreated away into the deserts outside of Las Noches and clawed at his skull.
“Shut up” he spat, a globule of red and green staining the sand as it slid down the surface. Why was it that even when he felt vaguely sated, that even when he ate and ate and the hunger was stifled for a time. This voice would always come back? Always be in the back of aahis mind stabbing. It hurt damn it, it hurt and it destroyed his focussed in no other way.
Who knows how long Iko was trapped there in his own personal torment. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days? Whatever the length of time, eventually Iko looked up and he saw a figure on the Horizon making his slow path towards the gates of Las Noches and towards the wider Hueco Mundo.
The form? Unmistakable. It was the former King himself. The voice was quiet now, it seemed her immeasurable time causing him to suffer had stopped for now. He stood and steadied his breathing and did what he had meant to do before. Talk to the King.
“You were right, but why not disband the monarchy all together? Give a piece of Hueco Mundo each to the Espada and scatter Las Noches. The Espada were lazy and sluggish and not a single pure Hollow was in these walls. You however? You’re terrifying, even now your mere gaze causes the world to tremble. How did you become so beautiful?”
742 14 GP
A claw stretches outwards towards a hollow crawling away. The prey squealed and pleaded as the long white talons clasped around its ankle and forced it back towards the hunter. It had watched its brothers and sisters die to the insatiable predators hunger, never before had it felt a big a feeling of fear for its survival than now. The worst part? It was an Adjuchas! It was meant to be powerful! And now? And now?! The gnashing jaws of the predator cracked open, tendrils of saliva snapping one by one as the terrified prey looked downwards at the Adjuchas that was more powerful than he.
Death.
The Hollow’s bones cracked and splattered across the inside of the predator’s gullet as Iko walked through the cave, the hunger only slightly staved off. This cave was his home, he’d made it such. He’d told Ahau, Depredador and Emily to return here whenever they needed his aid. When he had returned from his excursion in the human world, he hadn’t found his pack but rather another. A pack of Adjuchas who had heard of his power and sought to contest him. Fools. Their weak spiritual energies and succulent flesh proved to be a satiable morsel for his growing appetite.
But the ouroborous that was his hunger was never-ending. As he ate more, he hungered more and that led to eating more. A never-ending cycle of a primal need to feed as the souls in his body demanded satisfaction. He would give them it, for now. But they had locked away his power and made him sluggish, they had numbed his nerves and dulled his understanding of himself.
He crossed to the end of the cave and looked out, across the moonlit wastes of Hueco Mundo he saw it, and a brilliant beam of gold cast a fiery backdrop from within Las Noches. He witnessed the shock waves of power as well and his signature smile sprung across his face, his grin growing wider with each passing second.
Instinctively he leapt forward towards Las Noches and within its walls with a mighty Sonido. There he saw the Mad King of Hueco Mundo in all his glory laying waste to his own castle. Yes, Iko had only been within these walls once and had only met one of the Espada but he knew who the Mad King was by sight alone.
He listened to the Mad Kings words and his smile grew wider. The King was denouncing his crown? He was casting away his right to the throne?
“Oh are you going to take it weakling? You would die to the Espada”
And for that moment Iko backed away, the voice in his head too jarring for him to focus. The apocalyptic beauty that was the former King of Hueco Mundo far too overwhelming. The voice in his head, too loud. Too sharp. Too female. He retreated away into the deserts outside of Las Noches and clawed at his skull.
“Shut up” he spat, a globule of red and green staining the sand as it slid down the surface. Why was it that even when he felt vaguely sated, that even when he ate and ate and the hunger was stifled for a time. This voice would always come back? Always be in the back of aahis mind stabbing. It hurt damn it, it hurt and it destroyed his focussed in no other way.
Who knows how long Iko was trapped there in his own personal torment. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days? Whatever the length of time, eventually Iko looked up and he saw a figure on the Horizon making his slow path towards the gates of Las Noches and towards the wider Hueco Mundo.
The form? Unmistakable. It was the former King himself. The voice was quiet now, it seemed her immeasurable time causing him to suffer had stopped for now. He stood and steadied his breathing and did what he had meant to do before. Talk to the King.
“You were right, but why not disband the monarchy all together? Give a piece of Hueco Mundo each to the Espada and scatter Las Noches. The Espada were lazy and sluggish and not a single pure Hollow was in these walls. You however? You’re terrifying, even now your mere gaze causes the world to tremble. How did you become so beautiful?”
742 14 GP
