Heavy Hands for Heavy Hearts [Cazador]
Nov 28, 2016 19:02:16 GMT -5
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Post by Eve Avana on Nov 28, 2016 19:02:16 GMT -5
The plan didn’t really sit well with her, but things had to be done in Shun’s absence. Before last week, she would have been happy to let las Noches rule itself and see where things go from there. She’d smile and clap as the weaker Arrancar did their best to wear the heavy crown and even go as far as to help them when the time came. But she couldn’t live that fantasy forever. Really, las Noches was all she had left. The only thing tying her to something in this world and she wouldn’t stand by while it got destroyed by the impending doom that was Shun Minamoto.
Her footsteps carried loudly through the eroded castle floors, their glimmer lost from lack of maintenance. Dust piled on some of the still remaining statues and decor from Erasmus’ stay in the castle. Most of everything had a dark, uninhabited glow to it. Even if someone playing king, the place was as good as dead.
A single person cannot create a nation.
The double doors opened before her with just a nudge of her spiritual pressure. Twisted by the mask on her face, the otherwise Shinigami Reiatsu burned with Hollow pride and unwavering dedication to the people she had left behind for so long. The elegant curves of the masquerade-like mask wrapped around her eyes and nose, dipping down to reach along the edges of her mouth before fanning outward. Three surprisingly detailed feathers on either side of her head glowing with dark, resonanting power, as if they were the source of her Reiatsu.
“Cazador,” Eve called out once the Hollow on the throne peered down at her. “It’s time to build up Las Noches and assert ourselves in the world.” Her voice carried through the massive room, holding the weight of the world as she asked for the impossible. “Let me guide those we have so that we can prepare.”
There was no beating around the bush, no soft words to help ease the transition. When there was no time for those pleasantries, you couldn’t sit around and coddle monsters pretending to be men. As much as she adored Cazador for doing what he had done, in a world like this, it was dog eat dog. Las Noches needed her and she wouldn’t let her damned empathy get in the way of what was right.
“I’ve watched you from afar and I’ve done nothing but beam with pride as you gathered stray Hollow and Arrancar alike, banding them together to make this hodgepodge of a community.” Sharp, she cut through the tension and straight to the heart of the matter. “But this isn’t a game, and I cannot let ol mistakes repeat themselves. We need a powerful leader to step up and bring strength back to Las Noches.”
The words, and their implications hung in the air between them, the dragon sneering over such a bold proclamation. She didn’t want to do this. She wanted to let him continue. But she couldn’t let naivete be the end of all she had left. There was no chance she was going to stand by while her children will slaughtered before her eyes. But, damn if her chest wasn’t heavy as she looked him in the eye and forced out the words.
“I’ve come to appoint you my Segunda Espada as the new Queen of Las Noches.”
[564]
Her footsteps carried loudly through the eroded castle floors, their glimmer lost from lack of maintenance. Dust piled on some of the still remaining statues and decor from Erasmus’ stay in the castle. Most of everything had a dark, uninhabited glow to it. Even if someone playing king, the place was as good as dead.
A single person cannot create a nation.
The double doors opened before her with just a nudge of her spiritual pressure. Twisted by the mask on her face, the otherwise Shinigami Reiatsu burned with Hollow pride and unwavering dedication to the people she had left behind for so long. The elegant curves of the masquerade-like mask wrapped around her eyes and nose, dipping down to reach along the edges of her mouth before fanning outward. Three surprisingly detailed feathers on either side of her head glowing with dark, resonanting power, as if they were the source of her Reiatsu.
“Cazador,” Eve called out once the Hollow on the throne peered down at her. “It’s time to build up Las Noches and assert ourselves in the world.” Her voice carried through the massive room, holding the weight of the world as she asked for the impossible. “Let me guide those we have so that we can prepare.”
There was no beating around the bush, no soft words to help ease the transition. When there was no time for those pleasantries, you couldn’t sit around and coddle monsters pretending to be men. As much as she adored Cazador for doing what he had done, in a world like this, it was dog eat dog. Las Noches needed her and she wouldn’t let her damned empathy get in the way of what was right.
“I’ve watched you from afar and I’ve done nothing but beam with pride as you gathered stray Hollow and Arrancar alike, banding them together to make this hodgepodge of a community.” Sharp, she cut through the tension and straight to the heart of the matter. “But this isn’t a game, and I cannot let ol mistakes repeat themselves. We need a powerful leader to step up and bring strength back to Las Noches.”
The words, and their implications hung in the air between them, the dragon sneering over such a bold proclamation. She didn’t want to do this. She wanted to let him continue. But she couldn’t let naivete be the end of all she had left. There was no chance she was going to stand by while her children will slaughtered before her eyes. But, damn if her chest wasn’t heavy as she looked him in the eye and forced out the words.
“I’ve come to appoint you my Segunda Espada as the new Queen of Las Noches.”
[564]