Post by Xiaobei Mei on Dec 5, 2016 10:10:50 GMT -5
Xiaobei moved, a whisper on the wind, her hulking writhing form optimized for one thing only. It was that speed and silent determination that led her through familiar halls, vision tinted greying sepia as the beast within her slavered for blood. Sand still clung to the folds of her clothes, wraps and ribbons trailing limply in the Hollow-breed’s wake as her long mane of quills rippled like a live wire with each stalking lunge forward.
The hole in her chest kept her moving, staring unseeing at the little blips of reiatsu all around her – Arrancar backpedaling and hugging the walls as she thundered by. None of them mattered. Nothing mattered. Nothing but the emptiness that had risen up to consume her, Xiaobei clinging to the sides of her skull with invisible hands.
Abba. Abba wasn’t… wasn’t there. She couldn’t feel him. That blanket of oppressive power. The awareness, eyes trailing her spine. The heat of his anger and derision warming the depths of her soul. Even the walls of his castle, HIS abode, they no longer smelled of his soul. They no longer called out to her, like the familiar caress of yesterday. One moment Xiaobei had been surrounded by her Abba’s presence, held fast to the breastbone of his power, and the next – gone. Wretched aching emptiness like a severed tether snapping back to cut her to the quick.
Xiaobei had never been alone before. Not like this, the very soul in her body crying and shriveling without that connection. Xiaobei did not like it one bit. Whoever had done this, whoever had sent her Abba away, whoever had hurt him, she would… she would make them regret it! She would rip and tear and shred them until they too felt this abhorrent ache, this nagging emptiness. It was so wide, so deep, that the little Hollow wasn’t even hungry. Not for souls, at least. No, what she wanted was blood. She wanted to lash out until this pain eased, until the pressure and hate and wide-eyed venom was spent.
A fight. Xiaobei would show everyone then, just what a big mistake they’d made. Abandoning Abba. Abandoning her. Leaving to go fight without her. Leaving without saying goodbye, without even letting her try to prove she could be helpful. Leaving to die because she wasn’t there! Shaking her head, flesh rippling and sliding back into a more compact form, Xiaobei the tiny porcukitty girl thrust open the heavy doors and slammed into the throne room like a snarling hurricane.
Baleful gold-green eyes stared up from under prickled hair, teeth pulled back in a wild grimace as the beast shook under the weight of her rage. Reiatsu burst from her tiny form, bludgeoning the walls around them as the few untethered objects shattered while phantom lightning scoured the stone beneath her feet. “Traitor! How could you! Sit there where Abba should be!” her words were guttural hisses, hands clenched so tight that her claws had taken form, glittering darkly at her sides. The beast lurked heavy and fat in her mind, tearing at her tissue-paper facade.
Betrayal was a sharp metallic taste, clogging her throat and blinding her eyes. Xiaobei snarled, a heavy wet sound, taking slow menacing steps towards the self-proclaimed “Queen.” Her very reiatsu jabbed at the little Hollow, needling and hooking in deep beneath her skin until she could barely hold herself back from the edge. One leap and it would all be over.
And she needed to leap. To rend and tear and make this other bleed. To snap at bone and flesh and muscle until she’d worn down the energy in her mind. Everything was honed too finely, all light and sharp, and Xiaobei knew that one step in the wrong direction would send her shattering. “How could you,” she muttered, horror and despair wrapped up with recrimination. “Give up so soon, leave him like that, how could you!”
“Evelynn, you’re not my Queen. YOU’LL NEVER BE MY QUEEN!” The howl tore from her lips, and Xiaobei felt her reserve snap as she stalked closer to her prey, damnation the only thing on her mind.
WC: 698
The hole in her chest kept her moving, staring unseeing at the little blips of reiatsu all around her – Arrancar backpedaling and hugging the walls as she thundered by. None of them mattered. Nothing mattered. Nothing but the emptiness that had risen up to consume her, Xiaobei clinging to the sides of her skull with invisible hands.
Abba. Abba wasn’t… wasn’t there. She couldn’t feel him. That blanket of oppressive power. The awareness, eyes trailing her spine. The heat of his anger and derision warming the depths of her soul. Even the walls of his castle, HIS abode, they no longer smelled of his soul. They no longer called out to her, like the familiar caress of yesterday. One moment Xiaobei had been surrounded by her Abba’s presence, held fast to the breastbone of his power, and the next – gone. Wretched aching emptiness like a severed tether snapping back to cut her to the quick.
Xiaobei had never been alone before. Not like this, the very soul in her body crying and shriveling without that connection. Xiaobei did not like it one bit. Whoever had done this, whoever had sent her Abba away, whoever had hurt him, she would… she would make them regret it! She would rip and tear and shred them until they too felt this abhorrent ache, this nagging emptiness. It was so wide, so deep, that the little Hollow wasn’t even hungry. Not for souls, at least. No, what she wanted was blood. She wanted to lash out until this pain eased, until the pressure and hate and wide-eyed venom was spent.
A fight. Xiaobei would show everyone then, just what a big mistake they’d made. Abandoning Abba. Abandoning her. Leaving to go fight without her. Leaving without saying goodbye, without even letting her try to prove she could be helpful. Leaving to die because she wasn’t there! Shaking her head, flesh rippling and sliding back into a more compact form, Xiaobei the tiny porcukitty girl thrust open the heavy doors and slammed into the throne room like a snarling hurricane.
Baleful gold-green eyes stared up from under prickled hair, teeth pulled back in a wild grimace as the beast shook under the weight of her rage. Reiatsu burst from her tiny form, bludgeoning the walls around them as the few untethered objects shattered while phantom lightning scoured the stone beneath her feet. “Traitor! How could you! Sit there where Abba should be!” her words were guttural hisses, hands clenched so tight that her claws had taken form, glittering darkly at her sides. The beast lurked heavy and fat in her mind, tearing at her tissue-paper facade.
Betrayal was a sharp metallic taste, clogging her throat and blinding her eyes. Xiaobei snarled, a heavy wet sound, taking slow menacing steps towards the self-proclaimed “Queen.” Her very reiatsu jabbed at the little Hollow, needling and hooking in deep beneath her skin until she could barely hold herself back from the edge. One leap and it would all be over.
And she needed to leap. To rend and tear and make this other bleed. To snap at bone and flesh and muscle until she’d worn down the energy in her mind. Everything was honed too finely, all light and sharp, and Xiaobei knew that one step in the wrong direction would send her shattering. “How could you,” she muttered, horror and despair wrapped up with recrimination. “Give up so soon, leave him like that, how could you!”
“Evelynn, you’re not my Queen. YOU’LL NEVER BE MY QUEEN!” The howl tore from her lips, and Xiaobei felt her reserve snap as she stalked closer to her prey, damnation the only thing on her mind.
WC: 698
