Post by Rainier Rucio on Jul 5, 2017 13:34:59 GMT -5
Humans failed to satisfy the hunger in Rainier many centuries ago. After he passed beyond the range of normal Hollows and grew to a huge size, a human soul tasted like sand. To be back on Earth now, with no way home, Humans were all Rainier had left. So far he managed to find exactly zero Hollows—he could have used one to get one—and an equal number of Shinigami.
Until today.
He stood in the nighttime air high above Karakura. His dark green eyes stared down through the air. The metallic scent of blood attracted him at first. After so long as a Hollow, he had also learned to tell the difference between the smell of Human blood and the smell of Shinigami blood—and this was the latter. Someone powerful, too. They felt just as powerful as Rainier at his prime.
Wounded. An easy target.
Now that he caught sight of it, he could tell. Blood soaked the black robes that he hated to his very core. A visceral sort of hate that crawled through his bones like maggots eating their way out of a dead stomach. Right now, he would have traded his current predicament for the maggots. At least his stomach would have been fuller.
The unlucky soul in question appeared to be a woman. Brunette hair, long, though the back of it looked much darker than the rest. She sat on bench in a mostly deserted park near the northern edge of Karakura. In her hands appeared to be something like a human cell phone and she slapped it, repeatedly, against her other palm.
Rainier had no idea what might have wounded someone who felt as powerful as her. In truth, the idea only made his growling stomach ache that much worse. These were stresses he just did not want to handle just then. Instead, he adjusted his grip on his golden spear until his hand gripped it somewhere near the center of the shaft. His tight-fit, white jacket, a staple of Las Noches citizenship, whipped gently against his chest from the high winds at such a great altitude.
Silently, with eyes locked on the Shinigami woman below, Rainier raised his spear high above his head. The metal shined under the light of the full moon—a sight as alien to him the Shinigami herself. With one great heave, Rainier pitched the spear straight down towards her head.
Then he vanished from place with a static rush. Faster than his spear whistled through the air, Rainier dropped straight to the ground. He landed directly in front of the woman and felt his white, black-trimmed boots sink into the soft grass and soil. His knees bent to absorb the impact, but he stared at the Shinigami the entire time. His mouth was already agape and, within it, the red glow of a Cero nearly completed.
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Until today.
He stood in the nighttime air high above Karakura. His dark green eyes stared down through the air. The metallic scent of blood attracted him at first. After so long as a Hollow, he had also learned to tell the difference between the smell of Human blood and the smell of Shinigami blood—and this was the latter. Someone powerful, too. They felt just as powerful as Rainier at his prime.
Wounded. An easy target.
Now that he caught sight of it, he could tell. Blood soaked the black robes that he hated to his very core. A visceral sort of hate that crawled through his bones like maggots eating their way out of a dead stomach. Right now, he would have traded his current predicament for the maggots. At least his stomach would have been fuller.
The unlucky soul in question appeared to be a woman. Brunette hair, long, though the back of it looked much darker than the rest. She sat on bench in a mostly deserted park near the northern edge of Karakura. In her hands appeared to be something like a human cell phone and she slapped it, repeatedly, against her other palm.
Rainier had no idea what might have wounded someone who felt as powerful as her. In truth, the idea only made his growling stomach ache that much worse. These were stresses he just did not want to handle just then. Instead, he adjusted his grip on his golden spear until his hand gripped it somewhere near the center of the shaft. His tight-fit, white jacket, a staple of Las Noches citizenship, whipped gently against his chest from the high winds at such a great altitude.
Silently, with eyes locked on the Shinigami woman below, Rainier raised his spear high above his head. The metal shined under the light of the full moon—a sight as alien to him the Shinigami herself. With one great heave, Rainier pitched the spear straight down towards her head.
Then he vanished from place with a static rush. Faster than his spear whistled through the air, Rainier dropped straight to the ground. He landed directly in front of the woman and felt his white, black-trimmed boots sink into the soft grass and soil. His knees bent to absorb the impact, but he stared at the Shinigami the entire time. His mouth was already agape and, within it, the red glow of a Cero nearly completed.
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