Post by Emily White on May 23, 2016 22:48:22 GMT -5
Rage. Blood lust. Ferocity. Death incarnate.
Those were the terms one could use to describe Emily as she was in her current state. She was seeing red, speeding through the forest of Hueco Mundo leaving nothing but death in her wake. Screams of frustration echoed through the crystal maze, and many of the weaker hollows fled from the sound. What could have ticked her off? For that, we would have to look at earlier events.
With her dress ruined, Emily was furious. She had to consume. Eat. Repair. There was no time for reason, only mindless consumption. It was awfully reminiscent of her hollow years. She simply turned her mind off and began her rampage. Using her umbrella to gruesomely pierce hollows weaker than her, she began eating her fill. How many had it been now? She'd lost count. Looking back to the path she had followed, it had to be well over thirty at the very least.
It wasn't enough. Her dress still hadn't recovered. "You're BLOODY WEAK!", she yelled, throwing a hollow to the side after being done with it. That one wouldn't do. Its spirit would add nothing to her hunger. Gah. She needed more. The scorched garment HAD to be fixed. It HAD TO BE. Saliva flung from the wild woman's mouth as she swung her zanpakuto around like a club, groaning and shouting bloody murder while doing so. She had gone insane. And even after what Akihiko had done with her dress, she had still let her go. She would never forgive herself for that. What a fool she was. What had gotten into her back then? She'd kill that damn fool next time she had the chance. No hesitations this time.
Emily slowly made her way over to a cowering group of lesser hollow. "You're going to FIX THIS!", she yelled at them, furrowing her brows in angry fashion. Casting a portal in front of each one, she quickly stabbed each in their mask fragment, prying them off their face like a crowbar. Then, she stepped through her portal, hooked the neck of one of the lot with the hilt of her zanpakuto, and dragged him close to her face. "Thanks for the meal.", she smirked, opening her mouth and beginning her feast. She would soon start on the others.
The girl stood up from her feast and looked around. Her face was red from anger, and she was panting heavily. In her rage, the girl had exhausted herself. The rest had all fled. As expected. She looked down to inspect her dress. Only small bits remained tarnished. It wouldn't take much more for her to finally fix her dress. That was really the only reason she was in this mood. She shook her head at the hollow's weakness. They just ran from her? Even with her face exposed for all to see? Her true power locked away? Pathetic.
She kept walking and walking, in search of hollow to devour. It didn't take very long to find one. This one seemed quite humanoid, even. Its mask resembling a faceless skull piqued the girl's interest. This one was a special case. She would not devour this one. She wondered for a moment. Had it seen her earlier actions? Chances are it had heard the screams, at the very least. "You.", she addressed the hollow in front of her loudly, "You will feast with me."
Those were the terms one could use to describe Emily as she was in her current state. She was seeing red, speeding through the forest of Hueco Mundo leaving nothing but death in her wake. Screams of frustration echoed through the crystal maze, and many of the weaker hollows fled from the sound. What could have ticked her off? For that, we would have to look at earlier events.
With her dress ruined, Emily was furious. She had to consume. Eat. Repair. There was no time for reason, only mindless consumption. It was awfully reminiscent of her hollow years. She simply turned her mind off and began her rampage. Using her umbrella to gruesomely pierce hollows weaker than her, she began eating her fill. How many had it been now? She'd lost count. Looking back to the path she had followed, it had to be well over thirty at the very least.
It wasn't enough. Her dress still hadn't recovered. "You're BLOODY WEAK!", she yelled, throwing a hollow to the side after being done with it. That one wouldn't do. Its spirit would add nothing to her hunger. Gah. She needed more. The scorched garment HAD to be fixed. It HAD TO BE. Saliva flung from the wild woman's mouth as she swung her zanpakuto around like a club, groaning and shouting bloody murder while doing so. She had gone insane. And even after what Akihiko had done with her dress, she had still let her go. She would never forgive herself for that. What a fool she was. What had gotten into her back then? She'd kill that damn fool next time she had the chance. No hesitations this time.
Emily slowly made her way over to a cowering group of lesser hollow. "You're going to FIX THIS!", she yelled at them, furrowing her brows in angry fashion. Casting a portal in front of each one, she quickly stabbed each in their mask fragment, prying them off their face like a crowbar. Then, she stepped through her portal, hooked the neck of one of the lot with the hilt of her zanpakuto, and dragged him close to her face. "Thanks for the meal.", she smirked, opening her mouth and beginning her feast. She would soon start on the others.
The girl stood up from her feast and looked around. Her face was red from anger, and she was panting heavily. In her rage, the girl had exhausted herself. The rest had all fled. As expected. She looked down to inspect her dress. Only small bits remained tarnished. It wouldn't take much more for her to finally fix her dress. That was really the only reason she was in this mood. She shook her head at the hollow's weakness. They just ran from her? Even with her face exposed for all to see? Her true power locked away? Pathetic.
She kept walking and walking, in search of hollow to devour. It didn't take very long to find one. This one seemed quite humanoid, even. Its mask resembling a faceless skull piqued the girl's interest. This one was a special case. She would not devour this one. She wondered for a moment. Had it seen her earlier actions? Chances are it had heard the screams, at the very least. "You.", she addressed the hollow in front of her loudly, "You will feast with me."
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