Post by Calais on Jul 12, 2016 2:13:45 GMT -5
I'm not hungry.
He repeated these words like a mantra in his thoughts, cradling a woman's head upon his lap. His gentle, shaking hands brushed the hair from her bloodied, beaten face, Calais cringing both inwardly and outwardly when her fear-stricken eyes stared back up at him. They were never fully dead before he could get to them, not when he was feeding. The ones that died immediately were those with a life force Alp could completely disregard - or victims of him being overenthusiastic and enjoying the sickening crunch far too much.
Souls didn't have the same energy to them that a living mortal did. Theoretically, further casualties were avoided the sooner Calais could regain his strength: therefore, lives still vibrant were a more efficient source of sustenance. The amount of Pluses he'd have to absorb to retain the same effect was at least triple or quadruple.
Her gaze trembled, a broken sound escaping her pale lips while Calais leaned in until their noses were almost touching. He then began to hum - the effect of the tune was almost immediate, the dying woman's eyes dulling and glassing over. The twitch of her limbs soon went still, his melody eventually fading out with her consciousness. It was the smallest salvation he could offer her, any of them, the haunting control Bount had over the weak human mind very often an unexpected blessing. She wouldn't feel her life slip away as Calais' cheeks roamed slowly down her own sunken ones, teardrops staining her already dirtied skin.
She wouldn't feel it even as his teeth sunk into her neck, reishi dust streaming like sand from his clenched jaw. His throat bobbed, his skin notably thickening as he drained her of every drop she had left. It added a certain color back to his wet cheeks - those tears, after all, were his own.
"Could you be any more pathetic?"
Calais didn't even need to look up to see Alp standing in the distance, the inky black of his shadowy form weighed with rivers of red. It trickled alongside the actual material of his body, a disgusting black sludge steaming off into the wisps that gave him his more phantasmal appearance. His white mask was sleek and made up the entirety of his "face", glaring with a single line of red and adding to the resemblance of a monster - a Hollow.
"Ahahaha, actually, let me answer that for you. The answer is no. God, you look like such a little bitch right now!" The metallic screech of Alp's voice echoed across the remains of this home, crumbling stones and raging flames framing their position. "Well, you always do, but you're always at your most disgusting when you're feeding. Look at you! You're crying! CRYING!" Alp found this absurdly hilarious, grating laughter shaking him. He tossed away a head he had been holding by its brown hair in his fist, Calais looking away before it could even hit the ground in the corner of these ruins. He knew who it had been - a child, twisted beyond recognition.
There... was no point in feeding on children.
"We're done here, Alp.", Calais replied curtly, standing himself up and brushing off his clothes. He'd burn them when they got back to Karakura. It would be a bit of a travel, but he had specifically chosen to go this far outside of city limits before letting the Doll free. The times he had fed on those he once knew still haunted him - it was... easier, in a way, to wreak this atrocity on strangers. His muscles tightened, the renewed vigor in how he breathed in not lost on him. Just the train of thought had twisted his stomach; and knowing that the strength he had now, the way he was able to move unimpeded compared to the slight limp and shrug his frail body sometimes had to resort to, was because of his actions here...
It sickened him. He sickened himself. "My energy has returned. We are leaving. That means it is time for you to return to your Mansho." He spoke these words with a certain spiteful glee, generally peaceful eyes storming with the same darkness that drove him to these acts. Alp twitched - Calais could see the subtlety of the motion - and turned his head slowly to face him.
It always came down to this, a race. Whether Calais could reseal him before Alp could reach his throat. A constant tug-o-war, wearing on them both. So here they stood, staring each other down, waiting for the other to make the first move or a mistake. Any lapse in attention was met with their end.
Then Alp's violent glare swiveled to the side, confusing Calais enough to stall the sealing command in his throat. "An Arrancar?" These excitedly purred words also shook the Bount, Calais lifting his gaze to follow his Doll's and meeting at the same point off in the sky. He couldn't quite make anyone out, yet, but... "Hey, "master"," the title always spat with a notable malice and a lack of the respect it was meant to intone. "Remember the time you tried to see if we could live off only aggressive Hollow? You nearly... like, fuckin' exploded, right? Hahaha! You were sick for days as the bile of their corruption ate at your body." Alp had a point he was getting towards, of course. He was simply savoring the fond memories.
"You decided you had no choice but to stick to human souls. But... well, you've never tried Shinigami. Or...," he trailed off, crouching slightly. The truth of these words dawned in the immortal's eyes, even as he could hear the sickening grin Alp's expression slid into. "This is going to be fucking fun."
"Alp, no!" Calais yelled, the Doll rocketing off into the air while he struggled with two options: allow Alp to murder another tonight or leave himself alone with a potentially dangerous opponent. Always faced with impossible choices. Always taking too long to make his decisions. All life was treasured by Calais, even those in the after of theirs, but he had met some... less than savory creatures much more similar to Alp than they were himself. This did not mean, however, he could abide needless deaths! He had to -
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He repeated these words like a mantra in his thoughts, cradling a woman's head upon his lap. His gentle, shaking hands brushed the hair from her bloodied, beaten face, Calais cringing both inwardly and outwardly when her fear-stricken eyes stared back up at him. They were never fully dead before he could get to them, not when he was feeding. The ones that died immediately were those with a life force Alp could completely disregard - or victims of him being overenthusiastic and enjoying the sickening crunch far too much.
Souls didn't have the same energy to them that a living mortal did. Theoretically, further casualties were avoided the sooner Calais could regain his strength: therefore, lives still vibrant were a more efficient source of sustenance. The amount of Pluses he'd have to absorb to retain the same effect was at least triple or quadruple.
Her gaze trembled, a broken sound escaping her pale lips while Calais leaned in until their noses were almost touching. He then began to hum - the effect of the tune was almost immediate, the dying woman's eyes dulling and glassing over. The twitch of her limbs soon went still, his melody eventually fading out with her consciousness. It was the smallest salvation he could offer her, any of them, the haunting control Bount had over the weak human mind very often an unexpected blessing. She wouldn't feel her life slip away as Calais' cheeks roamed slowly down her own sunken ones, teardrops staining her already dirtied skin.
She wouldn't feel it even as his teeth sunk into her neck, reishi dust streaming like sand from his clenched jaw. His throat bobbed, his skin notably thickening as he drained her of every drop she had left. It added a certain color back to his wet cheeks - those tears, after all, were his own.
"Could you be any more pathetic?"
Calais didn't even need to look up to see Alp standing in the distance, the inky black of his shadowy form weighed with rivers of red. It trickled alongside the actual material of his body, a disgusting black sludge steaming off into the wisps that gave him his more phantasmal appearance. His white mask was sleek and made up the entirety of his "face", glaring with a single line of red and adding to the resemblance of a monster - a Hollow.
"Ahahaha, actually, let me answer that for you. The answer is no. God, you look like such a little bitch right now!" The metallic screech of Alp's voice echoed across the remains of this home, crumbling stones and raging flames framing their position. "Well, you always do, but you're always at your most disgusting when you're feeding. Look at you! You're crying! CRYING!" Alp found this absurdly hilarious, grating laughter shaking him. He tossed away a head he had been holding by its brown hair in his fist, Calais looking away before it could even hit the ground in the corner of these ruins. He knew who it had been - a child, twisted beyond recognition.
There... was no point in feeding on children.
"We're done here, Alp.", Calais replied curtly, standing himself up and brushing off his clothes. He'd burn them when they got back to Karakura. It would be a bit of a travel, but he had specifically chosen to go this far outside of city limits before letting the Doll free. The times he had fed on those he once knew still haunted him - it was... easier, in a way, to wreak this atrocity on strangers. His muscles tightened, the renewed vigor in how he breathed in not lost on him. Just the train of thought had twisted his stomach; and knowing that the strength he had now, the way he was able to move unimpeded compared to the slight limp and shrug his frail body sometimes had to resort to, was because of his actions here...
It sickened him. He sickened himself. "My energy has returned. We are leaving. That means it is time for you to return to your Mansho." He spoke these words with a certain spiteful glee, generally peaceful eyes storming with the same darkness that drove him to these acts. Alp twitched - Calais could see the subtlety of the motion - and turned his head slowly to face him.
It always came down to this, a race. Whether Calais could reseal him before Alp could reach his throat. A constant tug-o-war, wearing on them both. So here they stood, staring each other down, waiting for the other to make the first move or a mistake. Any lapse in attention was met with their end.
Then Alp's violent glare swiveled to the side, confusing Calais enough to stall the sealing command in his throat. "An Arrancar?" These excitedly purred words also shook the Bount, Calais lifting his gaze to follow his Doll's and meeting at the same point off in the sky. He couldn't quite make anyone out, yet, but... "Hey, "master"," the title always spat with a notable malice and a lack of the respect it was meant to intone. "Remember the time you tried to see if we could live off only aggressive Hollow? You nearly... like, fuckin' exploded, right? Hahaha! You were sick for days as the bile of their corruption ate at your body." Alp had a point he was getting towards, of course. He was simply savoring the fond memories.
"You decided you had no choice but to stick to human souls. But... well, you've never tried Shinigami. Or...," he trailed off, crouching slightly. The truth of these words dawned in the immortal's eyes, even as he could hear the sickening grin Alp's expression slid into. "This is going to be fucking fun."
"Alp, no!" Calais yelled, the Doll rocketing off into the air while he struggled with two options: allow Alp to murder another tonight or leave himself alone with a potentially dangerous opponent. Always faced with impossible choices. Always taking too long to make his decisions. All life was treasured by Calais, even those in the after of theirs, but he had met some... less than savory creatures much more similar to Alp than they were himself. This did not mean, however, he could abide needless deaths! He had to -
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