Post by Rick on Jul 20, 2017 22:19:09 GMT -5
The sound of Rick’s motorcycle brought a large deal of solace, pairing up with the cold nights of hueco mundo. It’s been a few hours since he escaped the hollow town, leaving Grisha behind to fend off the crazed hollow breeds that seemed to be attracted to Rick’s scent. It was regrettable that Rick didn’t have a chance to blow the place sky high, but he had to be happy that he managed to escape with his life. Grisha was a tough customer, Rick knew in his heart that the hollow was bound to give him some trouble in the future.
As for the area that Rick managed to find himself, the Quincy seemingly rode his way to the forest of menos. It seemed like suicide, but the hollows there were coming in and out of garganta’s all the time, it would be Rick’s best bet in hitching a ride as well. Rick wasn’t too injured, he still felt like he could take on a few hollows if they started to catch on to his presence. At the very least, Rick was hoping that he didn’t run into another one of equivalent strength.
After entering the forest of menos, Rick couldn’t believe his eyes. The forest was huge, thick, and verdant. Its canopy was monopolized by hemlock, holly, and rhododendron, who left just enough moonlight for a hodgepodge of plants to consume the carcass riddled soils below. Quiet tree limbs embraced many trees, and a hodgepodge of flowers, which grew in abundance, highlighted the otherwise mundane terrain. There was alot of sounds, belonging mostly to foraging hollow breeds, resonated through the air. They were accompanied by the occasional wailing sounds of the menos, simply swaying and waiting.
Not desiring to get any attention to himself, Rick deconstructed the motorcycle and went forward on foot. He has never been here before, but there was something recognizable about the area. Maybe not the area, but the feeling that the area gave. If déjà vu was an actual guessing game, Rick would have lost plenty of times before finally piecing things together. Either way, the tone was anything but pleasant. It was more than any other mere hollow can give off, not even the power of Takua made Rick feel this way. This level of un-comforting emotions was almost hereditary, it was almost every bit if his physical structure was meant to react in such a way upon entering this place, but why?
Who else was here? What was here before? Rick didn’t even recognize what he was really afraid of, but his head bulged out to ache. He was pained with visions of the past, starting to remember the beast that put him to sleep. It was an average hollow two years ago, and so far, it still had so much power. Rick felt like it was insufferable for the hollow to have been beaten or devoured, it probably chooses its prey carefully, always waiting. That’s what it did, that’s probably what it continued to with Rick’s absence, waiting, and evolving. Even so, it could never be truly complete without Rick, leaving the Quincy to be the primary objective of its lust for power and hatred.
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As for the area that Rick managed to find himself, the Quincy seemingly rode his way to the forest of menos. It seemed like suicide, but the hollows there were coming in and out of garganta’s all the time, it would be Rick’s best bet in hitching a ride as well. Rick wasn’t too injured, he still felt like he could take on a few hollows if they started to catch on to his presence. At the very least, Rick was hoping that he didn’t run into another one of equivalent strength.
After entering the forest of menos, Rick couldn’t believe his eyes. The forest was huge, thick, and verdant. Its canopy was monopolized by hemlock, holly, and rhododendron, who left just enough moonlight for a hodgepodge of plants to consume the carcass riddled soils below. Quiet tree limbs embraced many trees, and a hodgepodge of flowers, which grew in abundance, highlighted the otherwise mundane terrain. There was alot of sounds, belonging mostly to foraging hollow breeds, resonated through the air. They were accompanied by the occasional wailing sounds of the menos, simply swaying and waiting.
Not desiring to get any attention to himself, Rick deconstructed the motorcycle and went forward on foot. He has never been here before, but there was something recognizable about the area. Maybe not the area, but the feeling that the area gave. If déjà vu was an actual guessing game, Rick would have lost plenty of times before finally piecing things together. Either way, the tone was anything but pleasant. It was more than any other mere hollow can give off, not even the power of Takua made Rick feel this way. This level of un-comforting emotions was almost hereditary, it was almost every bit if his physical structure was meant to react in such a way upon entering this place, but why?
Who else was here? What was here before? Rick didn’t even recognize what he was really afraid of, but his head bulged out to ache. He was pained with visions of the past, starting to remember the beast that put him to sleep. It was an average hollow two years ago, and so far, it still had so much power. Rick felt like it was insufferable for the hollow to have been beaten or devoured, it probably chooses its prey carefully, always waiting. That’s what it did, that’s probably what it continued to with Rick’s absence, waiting, and evolving. Even so, it could never be truly complete without Rick, leaving the Quincy to be the primary objective of its lust for power and hatred.
WC 534
