Post by No-Name on Jun 17, 2017 10:37:30 GMT -5
It’s… no his claw ripped across the weeping man’s throat. A splatter of blood, a chocked cry and then the mortal went still. It… no he fell upon the corpse and began consuming the miniscule amount of power that the man had, feasting before the Soul could escape the fleshy form. Still his hunger was hardly sated by such a paltry meal but at least it helped focus his mind.
He was also getting better at remembering his identity. It had only been a few short years since he had been able to assert a real sense of self, which was when he had claimed a name, then his memory stretched back only a short period of time before that. Well that wasn’t completely true. He could recall back in the days when he was still little more than a mindless beast but those memories were limiting to flashes of sensations and vague memories. In short he knew he existed but had no idea for how long or what he had done. Another being might have felt disturbed to lack so much information on themselves, to not recall the beginning unknown amount of years of their existence. Such worries were a waste of time in his opinion. Why worry about what had already happened or what might come tomorrow? All that mattered was now. What will I eat right now? Where will I rest right now? Am I in danger right now? Am I safe right now? Now was important. Feeding, surviving and growing today.
He paused… oh yes… now that his mind was clearing from his recent feeding he could recall that he had a name too, or at least a title. No-Name. Yes he was No-Name. A strange noise ripped through the room, the sound of multiple people barking? What was- oh that was his voice. He was so unused to it. And he was… laughing? That was unusual. He could only assume it was part of his growth as a… oh as a Hollow, yes that’s what he was called. He had met others and the weak, the cowardly who had tried to use words to stop him killing them, as if such things had any power. Power was power. Those stupid creatures had died but before that they had revealed interesting facts, for one thing he was a Hollow and for another the more Souls, the more power, he consumed then the stronger he would become. It made sense. More importantly he had learnt other things from weak Hollow.
There had been a day, back before he had passed the edge of what he thought was the end of the world, when he had hunted a Hollow. That Hollow was weaker, it was prey, but it was smart. It had others… allies? Perhaps. Pack-Mates. Yes. They and the Pack, individually weak, had almost killed him before No-Name managed to escape. It was the past and No-Name did not worry over it. He had survived. However he had also learned. Beings could work together to defeat stronger prey or, possibly, greater predators. It had never occurred to No-Name before that such a thing was possible. If they were working together to do such things then what else might they accomplish? To hunt together? To bring down more prey, to share the defeated prey? Mountains of bodies to feed upon. Mountains of souls. Mountains of power. The idea sent a shiver of excitement through his soul. He wanted that power. The power of many. Of course No-Name had been a great predator in the land he came from before crossing what he had believed to be the endless wet blue. The water. What he now knew was called ‘The Sea’. Of course now he knew that had been false. Regardless he had been great, few Hollow matched his power, and he could have joined any Pack he found but it had been pointless. Either the Hollow he met were too stupid to understand the concept, too afraid to accept his offer, too weak to be worth his time allying with or, at times, he had been too hungry to offer them the option.
Focusing his freshly fed and energised mind on the current situation the glanced around the room. Oh yes he was on the metal box, how such a thing floated was beyond him but it hardly mattered because it did. He had been stuck on it for days now as the strange thing crossed the Sea. He had been starving, trapped but he also knew on an instinctive level that without the mortals on board it would stop moving. So he waited, slowly picking them off one by one. He had resisted the hunger and managed to not eat more than one each day. It had been paltry. Norman, powerless, humans barely made a dent to be honest but at least the act of eating still helped. Of course such restraint only lasted until land was in view at which point he had fell upon the helpless men and women. They were torn apart within minutes.
No-Name left the confines of the room to stand upon the outside of the box… the deck(?) he believed the humans had called it. The sun was shining down brightly practically blinding him. He had never quite liked the day, he was far more comfortable at night. Looking over the edge of the… ah yes the ship, that’s what the mortals had named it. He was still a short distance from the shore but the ship still moved towards it even with the humans dead. Perhaps it didn’t need them after all? In that case those days of restraint had been utterly wasted. Well it hardly mattered now.
The Hollow stood unmoving for several more minutes until the ship smashed into the shore, a grinding sound and the metal beneath his feet shuttered. The Hollow leapt off landing with a crash on the shore. He could hear people screaming although he couldn’t imagine why. They hadn’t been killed.
Glancing around the Hollow began striding off a short distance. Closing his eyes No-Name cast his senses outwards trying to locate a potent source of food. The Hollow released a radiating pulse which went out in all directions, a few faint sources of Reiatsu were within the area but nothing beyond what was expected from ordinary humans. However there was… something off in one direction. Not a person exactly but rather an… energy? A power. Not a power of an individual but rather that of a place emanating from an entire area. Feeling his curiosity build at such a thing, having never before sensed a place of power like this before, No-Name set off in direction of the odd sensation.
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WC: 1128
Total WC: 1128
He was also getting better at remembering his identity. It had only been a few short years since he had been able to assert a real sense of self, which was when he had claimed a name, then his memory stretched back only a short period of time before that. Well that wasn’t completely true. He could recall back in the days when he was still little more than a mindless beast but those memories were limiting to flashes of sensations and vague memories. In short he knew he existed but had no idea for how long or what he had done. Another being might have felt disturbed to lack so much information on themselves, to not recall the beginning unknown amount of years of their existence. Such worries were a waste of time in his opinion. Why worry about what had already happened or what might come tomorrow? All that mattered was now. What will I eat right now? Where will I rest right now? Am I in danger right now? Am I safe right now? Now was important. Feeding, surviving and growing today.
He paused… oh yes… now that his mind was clearing from his recent feeding he could recall that he had a name too, or at least a title. No-Name. Yes he was No-Name. A strange noise ripped through the room, the sound of multiple people barking? What was- oh that was his voice. He was so unused to it. And he was… laughing? That was unusual. He could only assume it was part of his growth as a… oh as a Hollow, yes that’s what he was called. He had met others and the weak, the cowardly who had tried to use words to stop him killing them, as if such things had any power. Power was power. Those stupid creatures had died but before that they had revealed interesting facts, for one thing he was a Hollow and for another the more Souls, the more power, he consumed then the stronger he would become. It made sense. More importantly he had learnt other things from weak Hollow.
There had been a day, back before he had passed the edge of what he thought was the end of the world, when he had hunted a Hollow. That Hollow was weaker, it was prey, but it was smart. It had others… allies? Perhaps. Pack-Mates. Yes. They and the Pack, individually weak, had almost killed him before No-Name managed to escape. It was the past and No-Name did not worry over it. He had survived. However he had also learned. Beings could work together to defeat stronger prey or, possibly, greater predators. It had never occurred to No-Name before that such a thing was possible. If they were working together to do such things then what else might they accomplish? To hunt together? To bring down more prey, to share the defeated prey? Mountains of bodies to feed upon. Mountains of souls. Mountains of power. The idea sent a shiver of excitement through his soul. He wanted that power. The power of many. Of course No-Name had been a great predator in the land he came from before crossing what he had believed to be the endless wet blue. The water. What he now knew was called ‘The Sea’. Of course now he knew that had been false. Regardless he had been great, few Hollow matched his power, and he could have joined any Pack he found but it had been pointless. Either the Hollow he met were too stupid to understand the concept, too afraid to accept his offer, too weak to be worth his time allying with or, at times, he had been too hungry to offer them the option.
Focusing his freshly fed and energised mind on the current situation the glanced around the room. Oh yes he was on the metal box, how such a thing floated was beyond him but it hardly mattered because it did. He had been stuck on it for days now as the strange thing crossed the Sea. He had been starving, trapped but he also knew on an instinctive level that without the mortals on board it would stop moving. So he waited, slowly picking them off one by one. He had resisted the hunger and managed to not eat more than one each day. It had been paltry. Norman, powerless, humans barely made a dent to be honest but at least the act of eating still helped. Of course such restraint only lasted until land was in view at which point he had fell upon the helpless men and women. They were torn apart within minutes.
No-Name left the confines of the room to stand upon the outside of the box… the deck(?) he believed the humans had called it. The sun was shining down brightly practically blinding him. He had never quite liked the day, he was far more comfortable at night. Looking over the edge of the… ah yes the ship, that’s what the mortals had named it. He was still a short distance from the shore but the ship still moved towards it even with the humans dead. Perhaps it didn’t need them after all? In that case those days of restraint had been utterly wasted. Well it hardly mattered now.
The Hollow stood unmoving for several more minutes until the ship smashed into the shore, a grinding sound and the metal beneath his feet shuttered. The Hollow leapt off landing with a crash on the shore. He could hear people screaming although he couldn’t imagine why. They hadn’t been killed.
Glancing around the Hollow began striding off a short distance. Closing his eyes No-Name cast his senses outwards trying to locate a potent source of food. The Hollow released a radiating pulse which went out in all directions, a few faint sources of Reiatsu were within the area but nothing beyond what was expected from ordinary humans. However there was… something off in one direction. Not a person exactly but rather an… energy? A power. Not a power of an individual but rather that of a place emanating from an entire area. Feeling his curiosity build at such a thing, having never before sensed a place of power like this before, No-Name set off in direction of the odd sensation.
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WC: 1128
Total WC: 1128