Post by Ahau Kin on May 22, 2016 10:26:16 GMT -5
Where were you when the Traitor King went mad?
Where were you when Las Noches Burned?
Ahau briefly wondered if these would become questions etched into the history of the Hollow-Breed? Would Arrancar and Hollow alike query each other in the future over whether or not they had witnessed the betrayal of their leader?
Well the Jaguar-Hollow certainly knew his reply to that that question.
“Far too close.” was the answer.
The Adjuchas Class Menos cowered on the sands of Las Noches as the fortress exploded around him and it took the greatest force of will that Ahau could summon just to look up from his prone position at the figure floating far above where the Castle of the King had once stood. A tiny black speck floating in the sky above the Home of the Hollow who’s Reiatsu was undoubtedly that of the man who had sat on the Hollow Throne for centuries.
Ahau had only ever sensed it from far away, feared it from a distance but now that he was so close and the King was demonstrating his power so easily he couldn’t help but realise that he’d greatly underestimated even that terrible strength. That Cero of unimaginable strength had not only rained down on the Castle itself but cut across the sands of the Capital burning and killing without remorse.
The fact that the Feline had survived was down to luck rather than anything else, there had been no skill and no tactics that let him survive in fact he’d been unaware of the attack until everything started exploding all around him.
If there was any doubt that this destroyer was the man who was supposed to lead the Hollow of Las Noches that was vanquished by the booming words that drowned out all sound. The judgement that Las Noches was weak and the declaration that he would devour the weak as was the Hollow way.
As much as I can’t deny that truth I refuse to die here. Ahau thought to himself but he found it impossible to move, his gaze still locked on that far away figure.
I should have listened to Iko and not come here. He thought to himself I was a fool.
But his curiosity, as usual, had gotten the better of him. He had wished to enter Las Noches and learn of the Arrancar, find out the secrets of their strengths and the truth of their weaknesses as he had been unwilling to cast the entire Half-Breed race aside as non-Hollows as his pack’s Alpha seemed to have chosen to do.
No…he wasn’t sorry that he had ignored Iko and come here…and he felt he still had much to learn from those who broke their masks but not now. Now he should leave and flee whilst he still had the chance.
It was then that Ahau stopped focusing on his own worries and realised that he could hear screaming, cries of pain and the wailing of the dying. Las Noches was supposed to be the home of the stronger Hollow-Breeds and just how many of them had been slaughtered by the King’s…no by Erasmus’s attack? Purging the weak made sense and if half of what Ahau had heard about the current denizens of this Fortress then it deserved to be purged and started over.
This could be an opportunity…for Ahau’s pack to move into Las Noches and carve a place of power for themselves as representatives of those who had chosen the greater path of evolution rather than the quick and easy choice of breaking their masks and abandoning the Hollow way of growing. Of course that would depend on a great many things…who became King next? Who rose as the next Espada? Many, many things.
The Hollow momentarily played with the idea of hunting through the ruins of Las Noches to seek out the injured and consume them, add their power to his own and take advantage of their current weakness.
Conflicted on whether to flee or feed Ahau failed to pay proper attention to his surroundings and anyone who might have been nearby.
WC: 690
Total WC: 690
Where were you when Las Noches Burned?
Ahau briefly wondered if these would become questions etched into the history of the Hollow-Breed? Would Arrancar and Hollow alike query each other in the future over whether or not they had witnessed the betrayal of their leader?
Well the Jaguar-Hollow certainly knew his reply to that that question.
“Far too close.” was the answer.
The Adjuchas Class Menos cowered on the sands of Las Noches as the fortress exploded around him and it took the greatest force of will that Ahau could summon just to look up from his prone position at the figure floating far above where the Castle of the King had once stood. A tiny black speck floating in the sky above the Home of the Hollow who’s Reiatsu was undoubtedly that of the man who had sat on the Hollow Throne for centuries.
Ahau had only ever sensed it from far away, feared it from a distance but now that he was so close and the King was demonstrating his power so easily he couldn’t help but realise that he’d greatly underestimated even that terrible strength. That Cero of unimaginable strength had not only rained down on the Castle itself but cut across the sands of the Capital burning and killing without remorse.
The fact that the Feline had survived was down to luck rather than anything else, there had been no skill and no tactics that let him survive in fact he’d been unaware of the attack until everything started exploding all around him.
If there was any doubt that this destroyer was the man who was supposed to lead the Hollow of Las Noches that was vanquished by the booming words that drowned out all sound. The judgement that Las Noches was weak and the declaration that he would devour the weak as was the Hollow way.
As much as I can’t deny that truth I refuse to die here. Ahau thought to himself but he found it impossible to move, his gaze still locked on that far away figure.
I should have listened to Iko and not come here. He thought to himself I was a fool.
But his curiosity, as usual, had gotten the better of him. He had wished to enter Las Noches and learn of the Arrancar, find out the secrets of their strengths and the truth of their weaknesses as he had been unwilling to cast the entire Half-Breed race aside as non-Hollows as his pack’s Alpha seemed to have chosen to do.
No…he wasn’t sorry that he had ignored Iko and come here…and he felt he still had much to learn from those who broke their masks but not now. Now he should leave and flee whilst he still had the chance.
It was then that Ahau stopped focusing on his own worries and realised that he could hear screaming, cries of pain and the wailing of the dying. Las Noches was supposed to be the home of the stronger Hollow-Breeds and just how many of them had been slaughtered by the King’s…no by Erasmus’s attack? Purging the weak made sense and if half of what Ahau had heard about the current denizens of this Fortress then it deserved to be purged and started over.
This could be an opportunity…for Ahau’s pack to move into Las Noches and carve a place of power for themselves as representatives of those who had chosen the greater path of evolution rather than the quick and easy choice of breaking their masks and abandoning the Hollow way of growing. Of course that would depend on a great many things…who became King next? Who rose as the next Espada? Many, many things.
The Hollow momentarily played with the idea of hunting through the ruins of Las Noches to seek out the injured and consume them, add their power to his own and take advantage of their current weakness.
Conflicted on whether to flee or feed Ahau failed to pay proper attention to his surroundings and anyone who might have been nearby.
WC: 690
Total WC: 690
