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Claudia stopped teasing and giving affection to Ronan after the notable change in the large man's voice. She simply watched the scene play out from the comfort of Ronan's left arm. Even as he stood and prepared himself for the attack, he did not let Claudia out of his arms. She had to admit after the boring day she had, it was certainly beginning to become interesting. A slight grin formed on her face as the three bala shots were fired en route to the human's torso. Although, she was surprised as the human managed to dodge the attacks. However, she would be even more surprised that Brandon's reaction to the attack. The human would take a defensive stance, explain his actions, apologize, and then get the hell out of dodge. "Oh come on!" she would complain quiet loudly. "That was the best entertainment I've had all day, and it was anti-climatic at best." she would continue before sulking some. The young girl would pause for a moment before her bright yellow eyes gazed upwards to Ronan's hetero-chromatic orbs. "I wish I was a grown lady. The only thing adult about me is my mind." she would say softly. It wasn't as though the human saw through her. She did not try to hide the fact that she was more mature than her body appeared, not in this realm anyway. None of the beings in this realm cared if she was an adult or a child.

Word Count: 246 (words this post) + 123 (interaction) + 1,183(words from before) = 1,552

Kantarou saunters into the group in his feline form as he eyes everybody present. He has no interest in Ronan's squabble with that idiot Brandon. The nekomata watches with a dispassionate disinterest and apathetically continues past them. So what if he was the one who turned Brandon? So what if the only reason he is alive is that it served his purposes at the time, that and to get that obnoxious vizard off of his back. The cat is prone to lazier options when he is not motivated properly. The child who hangs out with Ronan is nearby. As he sizes her up, he ponders the value of taking on a young hollow such as herself. Particularly if this young hollow was stronger than his usual fare. The cat licks his lips and takes on a humanoid form. His eyes glow red as he approaches her. "You are such a little morsel, but you just might do. After all, you are packed with reiatsu and spirit energy!" With that, he lunges at her without any further introduction. His prior feast on the night sparrows, which hauntingly chirp and swirl above them, and the humans have not satiated his hunger. No, he wants much more. This craving has not been met properly and the beast is already half-crazed with the poor diet of weakness and despair. He himself is fairly strong. Adjuhas at least, just burgeoning on becoming a Vasto Lord, only just missing that final element and she could be the very catalyst to making him strong enough to reach this goal. Strength and power go hand in hand. The possibility of taking a strong opponent thrills him besides. His hair is bristling and his claws extended while his face has an expression of sheer pleasure in the hunt. His four rows of fangs can be seen from the black mask as he opens his maw, exposing both fangs and radula designed to render prey into many small rags. The Bad Kitty is on the offensive. This could be a huge mistake on the madly wild beast's part, but he does not care.

Kantarou grins broadly as she backhands him. "Well, that was pretty decent!" He spits out a tiny bit of blood and draws in a deep breath, then billows out a funk almighty so foul that it causes the nearby swarming hueco lizards and crying night sparrows above to fall out of the sky and die where they land. The area is filled with a toxic fume that is visibly yellowish brown, the kind of color one should expect of caustic materials. A nearby rock spire visibly cracks and portions of it corrode upon contact. The beast bellows out a deep and sonorous roar. "Do you think you can be any more cute? Sheesh. If you were a kitten, I might not even consider this. But, screw it, you're going to be a tasty morsel!"


Reiatsu: 168
Speed: 25
Strength: 25
Defense: 20
Stamina: 25
Inteligience: 37
Spiritual Power: 36

HP: 50 + 143 + 90 = 283 - [62 - 20] = 241
SE: 30 + 57.2 + 14.4 = 101.6
Clarity: [37/2] + [20/2] = 18.5 + 10 = 28.5

Mighty Roar - As cute as he is, even in his full cat form he can bellow out a deafening and terrifying roar. This roar affects all enemies with less Strength or Defense than his Spirit Power+20. Affected targets cannot attack Kantarou for 2 Posts, or until Kantarou takes an offensive action against them. 3 SP/Use; 2 Post Cool-Down.

Attack Speed 56
Attack Power 36

Breath of Death - His breath is so foul from all of the creatures, living and dead, that he has eaten. When he blows this breath out at anybody, there is a toxic miasma that seeps out into the air of the entire area. This affects friend and foe alike. Those with less Defense than Kantarou's Spirit Power+5 are "Poisoned" and Lose 2 HP Per Gaia Post for 5 Posts. 2 SP/Use, 2 Post Cool-Down. [Stacks, but duration is separate for each instance.]

Attack Speed 25
Attack Power 41

Reminders for myself/whomever:

Clarity is 50% DEF + 50% INT

SE is the cost pool. Se = 30 + 10 (per 25 reiatsu after your starting reiatsu) + 10 per 25 SP your guy has

HP = 50 [start] + 25 per 25 reiatsu after the first 25 reiatsu you have +25 per 10 STA

Kantarou smirks at the girl as she flings herself around by largely unseen means. He floats the air using levitate and transforms back into a black cat. While she is stunned, he lunges forward and bites her and licks the spot with his raspy tongue. He claws at her, rending fabrics and attempting to break through her defenses. His eyes burn red as he continues his attacks. While he is not angry, he is still a predator. The main drawback of this method of hunting, even he has to admit, is that he is close quarters.


Special Attributes: Nekomata - Kantarou is a nekomata and as such can transform from sweet looking little black cat to dangerous looking, albeit cute, cat boy to even take on full human form on a whim. At all times, however, he has sharp rows of fangs in his mouth, a radula tongue, and sharp deadly claws.

Spiritual Power 1: Jaws of Steel - He has a nasty bite that is hard to pry off. If he clamps down, the only way to get him off of you is to have greater strength than his own. If Kantarou hits with a melee attack, his opponent is considered "Grappled" and is unable to attack anyone but Kantarou unless their Strength is greater than his Strength+5

Spiritual Power 2: Claws of Obsidian - His claws are black as night and sharp as obsidian daggers. These sharp as razor claws can be enhanced with power, increasing their Power by +5 for 1 SP/Use.

A seemingly endless white desert, with dunes that resemble those of the Sahara. The white sheet was speckled with what appeared to be boulders and dead, shriveled trees, but these are actually a different form of quartz. On most evenings, or mornings, the only greeting this landscape gave was the dull pale glow, and the resounding silence of the damned.
Not this time.This lunar cycle the air buzzed with faded echoes of battle. No steel, but the faint call of Hollow on Hollow festivities. The direction that beckoned curious gawk-ers also forbade a menacing signal, a clear stake in territorial claim. A Vastro. The pulsing surge of power was no more thn a ripple by the time it had reached the silver sands here, which could only mean this Vastro was hunting, not fighting. A second wave of energy scattered grains of sand, like wind through autumn leaves, and then the milky desert returned to a stationary, stagnant scene. One of the boulders trembled and sank a quarter foot into the sand, creating a new dune. The sands trembled and slid amongst itself, until pitch-black flesh contrasted the white sands falling from it. A second after a heavy thump accompanied with a floury-dust-screen masked the emergence of the large Hollow that had been buried beneath.
Just another day in paradise... Two tiny spheres illuminated the dark sockets of the dragon-like mask. His orange eyes flared through the hollow darkness of his skull, and out into the night, two orange beacons signaling his readiness for his own goals. While many Hollow were desperate to survive, and wanted everything dark to happen to their former lives, Marquel thought himself more unique. He still longed for the power, no doubt, but he also had his own internal challenge. He reveled in the memory for a moment, how he had in every sense-literally- stolen his body. The moment he had been flooded with pure survival. What is there to eat,drink, or f*^k? Ever since, he has wondered the Desert, consuming any small prey, to leave nothing but feces behind to show as evidence.

The large Hollow lifted his front mount, eyeing the white talon-like claws, specks of dried blood streaked his palm. He lifted his hand to his nose, inhaled deeply, and opened his mouth. Hot breath flooded his claw, scattering the sands ten feet below, a long forked tongue caressed the dark patches on the porcelain palm. The battle in the distance beckoned him closer, and he obliged, skulking toward the quarrel. He stopped, a far distance, enough for his towering form to see across the white sands, but still distant that any stray shot wouldn't be of immediate concern. From here he could see, now, that it was a dual between two Hollow, one of whom was humanoid, female, small perhaps a child. he thought, while inspecting the opponent- a cat, or feline-like being. How interesting... The battle between to the two hadn't been the powerful strength he had felt prior, though each of them held more authority than himself. A flare of red leaped from the duo, or their direction, and sunk softly to another figure. 4 of them, excluding himself. The figure in red held hidden power, enough so that the trails of reishi emanating from him spoke their own truths. What truly fascinated Marquel, was the woman whom the figure had leaped to. Her frame was still outlined in pitch black, even against the night's sky Marquel could see that something dark had spat her into existence. His orange eyes gleamed unmoving as he searched his memories for the skill. Garganta. The thought was only a second's search, and the performance came much quicker, almost instinctively. He lifted his claw, the same that had once held the pre-meal snack, and tore at the air. If he were another 10 or 12 feet smaller he may have looked like a dog pawing the door. The dragon-like claw ripped the fabric of reality, mimicking the same gaping hole in the air, though his was much larger do to size. However, now that his was so close, Marquel could see clearly that this did not show more sand, nor the night sky of Hueco Mundo. No, the other side of this rift showed a bright, blue sky clear of all but two clouds, burning brightly through the tear. Sounds came faintly from the grey pavement below, as humans walked about their days. Humans.

Like a collage, memory flooded the Hollow, filling him with such desire that he began to shake. The sand below him began to dance, a violent mosh of excitement spread through him, as the beast's untamed glutton took effect. He lifted his head and roared, the typical Hollow call, screeching into the void. He made a motion to traverse the gap when a second memory struck his mind. Why go to prey, when prey can come to predator? This memory seemed to stall the beast, for he didn't move when the rip he had created started sewing itself closed.
The Garganta had nearly sealed half-way before the orange eyes made any sign of acknowledgement, jerking left and right in the hollow sockets. Marquel began taking deep breaths, almost hyperventilating, obviously trying to pull more from the air than the reishi surrounding them. His breathing became more concentrated, labored, but still sporadic giving the dragon the appearance of a five-year-old's temper tantrum. He spun in circles while the tear closed at a faster rate, the hole now big enough to squeeze his muzzle through. When he came around to face the remaining spot he roared a second time. He swung his left and right mounts, rearing back in the air, and creating several Garganta of varied sizes with each swipe of his claw. The raging creature halted his flurry, inspecting his work. He had surrounded himself with the gaping holes, each mirroring a new image. The same sky hung in all 6 rifts, though the landscape was fairly different in each. Only one rift showed another garganta in it, an inky spill across blue skies. He was impressed he couldn't see himself staring back. One way travel... The thought came as quickly as it went, and he was drawn back to his rage. His desire. His hunger. The 6 fissures, began to seal some closing almost immediately, while the 4 bigger holes edged slowly from reality. Again the dragon began to inhale and exhale heavily, something apparently of bother for him. From the 4 remaining tears pea sized specs of blue and white drifted towards the beast's nose, slow at first, and then not at all. The floating white dust brought an aroma that wafted through the Hollow. So sweet, so succulent...but what was it? Why couldn't he get more? No, where, could he get more?

The remaining 2 Garganta now showed the grey pavement of the human world, the rift on the right showed a street leading behind houses and small structures. The left revealed a busy 4-way intersection with motor vehicles pausing or zooming oblivious to the observations from another realm. Tempted by the sight of such a feast Marquel growled lowly, inhaling at the end, with as much force behind it the sand began to funnel towards him. This was how it happened wasn't it? He could remember so clearly, the result he was seeking, but the actions he was reenacting were not bearing the fruit. The Hollow pounced, soaring over the closing tear he had created minutes before, the only one remaining showing the intersection. From this side of the Garganta he could see that the opening on the other side ran along the side of a towering building. The structures side gleamed silver in the sunlight, reflecting what Hueco Mundo lacked. Life.

The Hollow called once more, unanswered, into the rift. With his cry the edges of the tear stalled their recede in stubborn awe. The glass through the garganta cracked, casting rainbow glares across the black asphalt. The colorful rays even made it through the tear, dancing off the white sand before the monster.

Something about the dazzling light had caught Marquel off guard. He paused mid-roar, staring at the light just shy of his planted claw. His left claw was in the air, reaching for the rift, and stopping as the shattered refraction shined on the tips of dagger-like fingers. He closed his fist, gently, as though trying to hold ash. His eyes did not leave the rainbow stain on his fingers until his sight drifted back to the closing portal. The light on his finger contracted into a pin p***k(the size of a baseball) before disappearing with the rift, leaving the Hollow staring into the night, poised in confusion. Confusion quickly became attraction, desire, and rage in rapid succession as the Hollow now knew what he needed to do. He swiped his left hand to the ground, confirming that he had indeed mastered the Garganta once more, creating the rip in space to reveal the same building he had just fractured. He wasn't aware of his actions, but again he knew what he was doing. He planted all fours into the sand, his claws blending into the sand beneath, the only difference was the glimmer of silver off the grains below. He inhaled again, and let out a roar, though similar in sound, this one was different. He knew the difference. Felt it. Not just in his stance, or his breath. Not by the sand that hardened to glass instead of gust, or the lack of echo. He just knew. He paused, instinctively waiting for a response, or his echo, and again knew there would be none. He inhaled a final, long drawn breath, sucking in at the air for more than oxygen....Nothing but his gasp...then he felt it. A tug that pushed not away, but toward, as though he was about to suck in this other-world. The distance between him and the gap remained the 7-meter-arm reach, though he felt that it was just the meter flick of his tongue away. This time his gasp had continued even after he thought he'd stopped inhaling. He watched as large spheres began to rocket toward him, passing through the dimensional-tear and funneling into his gaping jaws. He felt the surge of power as every 3 orbs passed through his throat. Gonzui. The name came to him as the last of what could only be 15 orbs passed the rift border, and the portal shut, dispelled.
The dragon-like Hollow exhaled through his nostrils, blue smoke mushroomed toward the Muchos sky. The glow in his eyes had dulled, and then became florescent with color. The mane that bordered the the top of his skull, once pitch-dark like his body, was now bi-colored, a streak of white bleaching the center of the mane.