Nobu couldn't help but jump when the the large dragon's tail came crashing to the ground. The grains of sand slightly clanked against his mask as they blew by. Nobu reared back as the beast's head drew closer. The dragon's voice boomed over him as he called Nobu's bluff. Nobu didn't know what was scarier, the hollow's size or how well it could speak. This hollow might not have been as dumb as Nobu thought..which would mean he'd have to do something quick. " A fool!? No, of course not, your big-ness. This place is no magical fairy tale." Nobu stated, slowly backing up to try and get some space between he and the mighty jaws in front of him. The echoes of large wings flapping could be heard in the distance; something a smaller hollow like Nobu would make sure to know very well. There was another winged fiend close by..had this hollow had back up this whole time? If so that was even worse for Nobu, who's worth was diminishing by the moment. "Behold!" Nobu shouted, as he motioned into the air and waved his fingers and hands much more than necessary. "Garganta!" As he finished his words a hole would open in the air, a portal to another dimension, earth. "With this I can take you to the land of the living, where countless humans are just sitting, waiting to be devoured by you!" Nobu finished his presentation pointing confidently at the dragon, surely this monster would be impressed by this portal appearing out of nowhere. This had been the first time Nobu had used the skill in front of other beings but it seemed stable enough for a display piece.
Dimmwing How the Hollow would squirm when confronted, like a wounded mouse before a lion. He was quickly trying to weasel his way out of a bad situation as he’d been caught in his lie. At least, that was what Dimmwing believed he was trying to do as he started speaking. But then he insisted that such a place was real! Was he that hopeless to cling to his fib? Enough talk, it was time he put this little welp out of his misery. That was the plan, but the drake was then distracted by something around them. Something above them, flying in the sky? He dared not look to confirm his suspicion and alert the potential enemy. If they were to attack, they would do so when he was distracted or preoccupied. Though the Hollow didn’t know it, that small hesitation had spared his life, giving him a chance to prove himself. With a feat that Dimmwing had never seen before, the air before his eye had parted. Cautiously taking a step back, he would stare into the abyss with intrigue, uncertainty in his eyes. What was this phenomenon?! The smaller being called it a Garganta; a portal to another place with humans. Human...was something familiar to him, something good. Perhaps this mythical place wasn’t as fictional as he believed and was on the other side of this darkness. A place where he could eat these humans and get his fill. But then he had to wonder...why would the Hollow tell him of such a place? He’d never met a generous being in this wasteland and doubted that had changed now. Maybe there was something not being explained, though the temptation of visiting this “world of the living” was too enticing. Relaxing slightly, the dragon sighed and spoke “You first.”
Don't Stay, Forget Our Memories, Forget Our Possibilities, What Were You Changing Me Into, Just Give Me Myself Back, and Don't Stay.
Gundulf feels something has happened, very close by, near the location of the castle. The one that higher hollows appear, ones of humanoid form, doesn't know what they are clearly are but they are spiritually more powerful. With a quick movement, he heads to a mysterious place.
:Exit To Delara's Jewel Of The Desert:
In These Promises Broken/Deep Below, Each Word Gets Lost In The Echo, So One Last Lie/I Can See Through, This Time I Finally Let You Go.
The hollow rubbed his hands together in evil fashion. His plan was coming together perfectly and now the giant was intrigued. As the dragon spoke, stating that Nobu should venture in first, suddenly a large shock wave would light the skies and shake the sands. Nobu's head quickly turned as he peered into the horizon. Las Noches..had been destroyed and..rainbows were pouring out from the impact site. Nobu was absolutely stunned..his garganta closed forcibly by the blast. "I.." Nobu looked at the large dragon, not knowing if he was the cause of the blast or what was even going on. "I must leave!" Nobu said in a panic. He was now in fear of his own life and wanted nothing more than to retreat back to his cave and come back out when all the dangerous things going on settled down. All he had to do was talk his way out of this conversation. "I no longer require your services! Leave me..or else I will be forced to unleash my full power on you." Nobu said..his voice shaking with fear. Surely this dragon, having seen Nobu part the very skies, would believe his power was enough to fear.
Dimmwing Dimmwing waited for the Hollow to walk forth into the portal, keeping a close eye on him. This other world would be a great place if it truly was a paradise, but he was still cautious about the venture. But then, a great disturbance would bring all of this to an abrupt end. Who was this voice? Where was it coming from? And why was it so annoyingly shrill? The dragon growled, looking around for the source of this intrusion but could find no one but the one before him and the other circling above. Given how the smaller Hollow was just as disturbed if not more so, it clearly wasn’t his doing. Whoever it was, had issued a challenge; as it seemed they sought to take control of Hueco Mundo. To Dimmwing, this world had but one rule: survival. This disembodied voice was now a threat to that rule and had earned the dragon’s attention. Perhaps then, it was a testament of strength that the grand castle in the distance was suddenly destroyed. Catching the destruction in the corner of his eye, he stared intently and watched it crumble to the ground. Las Noches was a place known by many Hollows and avoided, for the strongest among them lived in its walls. Still, knowing they were wiped out so effortlessly would not shake Dimmwing in the slightest. With his dying breath, he would fight to survive- dying without resistance was the exact opposite of his beliefs. As for the Hollow before him, he had been greatly shaken by the following events and was ready to cut and run. Though he threatened him, it was apparent the little guy was afraid. He would rather run and hide when he clearly had some modicum of power. In that case, such power would be better put to use by him. Without a word, the drake would quickly swing his long spear-like tail around and attempt to run him through, piercing him in the back. If successful, he’d hold the scrawny being up and proceed to devour him without hesitation.
Nobu shrieked as the dragon lifted it's tail. Raising a weapon, even if it was a part of his body, was not a sign of submission. Nobu's bluff was called and it was time for plan B; run. Nobu turned to try and run but was instantly filled with a cold chill as his body was run through. He looked down to see the bloodied point protruding from him as he was hoisted up into the air. Nobu looked up into this now unfamiliar sky that was filled with the traces of a foreign power. All he could do was scream, not because he was afraid to die but because he had never gotten a chance to really live. "Mercy! MER-" his yelling cut short as he was devoured.
D I M M W I N G The monster's pleas were in vain for the moment he was struck, there would be no further debate. His mouth open wide, he shoveled the Hollow in and bit down to end his life. Eating what remained off his tail, he could feel something within him. This Hollow truly was special as he never ate one like this that was so rich in soul. But what was it that gave him this power? Dimmwing, after eating such a Hollow, realized he'd acquired a finer taste for his meals. Other beings like this one would be the ones he'd watch from now on.
G R I M M W I N G Shortly after finishing off the Hollow, the dragon turned to face the direction of the demolished Las Noches. His intentions were to track down the one responsible; however, before he could take another step, a strange paralysis had wrestled control of his body. While he couldn't move, he could feel everything within; his heart racing, his blood pumping fast and something foreign coursing through his body. What was this ominous feeling all of a sudden?! ...It was...power. Power was causing a drastic change in him and on the outside as well. He was growing rapidly and he could feel his bones piercing through his skin to get out. Blood spilled from every pore, yet he felt no pain whatsoever. But the drastic changes he was going through were overwhelming and caused him to black out for a moment until all was done. When he came to, the dragon stood still, reassessing his surroundings and the changes to his body. He’d nearly tripled his size and his eyesight had improved as he felt an extra set had grown in. But most of all, he felt significantly stronger! Was all this from eating one little Hollow? With a deep breath, the beast raised his wings and gave them a flap, scattering wind and sand every which way. Hoisting himself into the air, he'd come face to face with the wyvern who was spying on him earlier. He didn't know if this one was a friend of the one he ate; if he had intended to attack him or sought revenge. It mattered not to the giant that exploded with energy that he could even feel in the tips of his fingers. Though as he looked at the Hollow, he could see this one was different as well. No matter, he had little time to waste on it, there was another pressing matter. The intruder of their world who sought to claim it for themselves- he would confront them with this new power. Turning away, he flew off in the direction of Las Noches, believing he'd pick up a trail from there.
”Agh!” a weird noise could be heard from the bottom of a pile of large rocks that shook ever so gently. If one were to look closely you would see traces of silver among the rocks. If one were to look closer than that, they would notice that there was a suit of armor underneath these rocks, a man was pinned down.
Berserker struggled as much as he could under the rocks but, while strong, he was not strong enough to move them. If he were human he would have been lucky enough to be crushed by the rocks, but his long lasting lifespan caused him to now be trapped, seemingly for eternity, under a pile of boulders. He might have actually been strong enough to get out if he was currently in a battle mode. Unfortunately for Berserker he could not help but not be as excited when out of battle..even if trapped underneath rocks with the possibility of never moving again. It was not a mental choice but in the makeup of his very existence. He is the embodiment of a warriors thirst for battle..not will to escape sticky situations. Berserker was not even sure how he ended up under these rocks, it had been so long now. He was doing battle with a hollow and the shockwaves cause a rockslide which pinned Berserker down and allowed the other hollow to escape. Had Berserker been able to remember that and channel it he might have been able to spark his warriors mentality, ready to find and kill the hollow that got away. But he was basically mindless at this state, having forgotten about the hollow only moments after it leaving his sight. All he knew now was that he couldn’t move for some reason but wouldn’t stop trying as long as he could. Eventually a voice rang out over the skies of Hueco Mundo..for some reason it infuriated Berserker. Did someone dare challenge him!? They didn’t know that he was war incarnate!? Berserker’s eye would illuminated, only slightly, a red light illuminated the darkness underneath the boulders. Berserker’s body tensed as the boulders shook a bit. ”Kill. Kill” just as Berserker was going to do something spectacularly cheesy to move the rocks, a large shockwave shook the skies of Hueco, blowing the boulders to pieces along with sending Berserker flying into the distance. He had been trapped on the edge of Muchos, just off the boarder of Las Noches. When Las Noches was wiped out, the blast was so powerful that it reached Berserker who was not too too far away and freed him. ”Ahhh!” Berserker shouted as he was ‘explode’ from the piles of pebbles and sand that lightly coated his armor. He had already been saved by the blast but needed a second to process it.
”Kill?” Berserker looked in one direction and saw nothing. ”Kill?” Berserker looked in another direction and saw nothing. Suddenly, a shadow would have swiftly drifted over Berserker, as a flying hollow passed overhead. ”KILL!” Berserker’s armor would erupt with Spikes, making him seem more monster than humanoid. The hollow overhead was undoubtedly more worried about the current events, like a whole area being destroyed, than battling other hollow. Unfortunately, Berserker was not sensible and just the fact that the world was ending would not be enough stop his blood lust. Berserker flung a number of spikes from his body that aimed directly at the hollow’s wings. The distinctive sound of bone breaking and flesh separating hummed through the air as the hollow cane crashing down, one of its wings completely removed from its body. The hollow easily trumped Berserker in size but his spikes were large (4ft) and packed a punch. If one were to examine the hollow’s wounds closer they would notice that the flesh along the wound would be burned or melted in completely, this was from Berserker’s intense acids that coursed through he and his armor, it was a form of acidic touch, mutated by rage and hunger for battle. He was a killing machine, one that had been trapped for some time, he had a lot of catching up to do.
The wounded hollow suddenly shot up with a roar, it had lost consciousness on the drop from above, its mask was cracked and it was pissed. It spit some words at Berserker that he didn’t listen to, his mind just focused on the next step of their little dance. The hollow whipped down a massive limb with impressive speed which collided with a lunch from berserker, the impact caused a collision that parted the sands and sent a shockwave through the immediate area. Again they struck, this time Berserker leading with a powerful grab, thwarted by the being’s tail due to it now missing its usual wing/arm; had it been attached maybe this Hollow would have had an advantage. Berserker’s hand gripped the tail that blocked its course, not letting it go as his acids began to burn through flesh. Berserker would let off a ghastly hollow roar, his left eye now brightly glowing with red. The hollow flung Berserker back, trying to make distance to let off a ranged attack, but Berserker quickly dug his feet into the sand and launched himself into his prey like a bullet. “Kill!” the hollow rammed his full body into the large beast, pushing him back but not creating distance due to Berserker holding on for dear life. The hollow fell back, letting off a cry of its own, but this in one of distress; he was helpless. Berserker bear hugged the hollows chest and neck, crushing a burning all at the same time, torturing the creature. As blood covered Berserker and sand flew all over from the struggling hollow in his grasp there was a sudden quiet. Berserker had erupted with spikes again and skewered the once flying beast. This time the spikes did not leave his body, but merely retracted, allowing the blood ample room to leave the hollow, which it did in splendid fashion. Blood erupted from the hollow much like how spikes would come from Berserker, it poured all over the white sands and the armored hollow temporarily dying both a dark red. Berserker looked off into the distance, a castle sat in the horizon brilliantly shining. This was not las Noches but another more gaudy kingdom that had appeared. Berserker’s eye dimmed as his posture changed from that of a hulking monster to more of a zombie. He began to shuffle towards the source of this power..hopefully a battle awaited there that could excite him.
Rei 90 || STR 60 || SPD 10 || DEF 5 || STA 10 || INT 2 || SP 3 || HP 125 || SE 50 || CLR 3
↟The Wyvern would continue to watch the discussion from the air, hearing only bits and pieces of what was being dicussed. From what Lanzda could hear, it was clear that the smaller Hollow was attempting to use the larger drake for something, even if he wasn't saying it. Lanzda would frankly be disgusted if this was the case, cowards such as that Hollow who only would use others for their own selfish desires. If the larger drake had fallen for its schemes, then perhaps Lanzda's instincts would have been wrong, but something would present itself to prove the Drake's intelligence to the Wyvern. An explosion would occur at Las Noches, the destruction of its form could be seen even from this distance. If there was a power struggle among the superior Hollow there, then it would be of no concern to Lanzda, so long as they continued to allow the lesser Hollow to hunt. However if it was an attack from a different party altogether, there would be trouble. Then, during the confusion, the smaller Hollow had revealed itself, but the larger drake would feast upon it. Lanzda would watch as Dimmwing the larger drake went under a transformation, a metamorphosis, evolving into the next stage of a Hollow's life. He had become much more imposing of a beast, and Lanzda couldn't help but find himself in awe. The Wyvern had yet to see such a thing this up close before, he had seen stronger evolutions of Hollow, but never the actual transformation itself. He wanted this power as well, he wanted to be a stronger being like the drake. He would obtain a even closer look, the greater drake flying right up to the Wyvern. The energy that the greater Hollow gave off was enough to make Lanzda shrink back a bit as he continually flapped his scaled wings. Whether it was luck or mercy, the greater Hollow flew onward, to the destroyed castle. It would make sense to investigate the source of great destruction such as that, especially if it truly was a danger brought to this world of their's. He would remain in the air for a bit longer, mulling over whether or not he should follow.
↟Lanzda would remain in the air for a bit longer, still thinking over whether or not to to follow the greater drake still. There was hesitance in the Wyvern, wanting to see more of the greater drake, but fearing any kind of misunderstanding that would lead to his death. The Wyvern could not recall when he had last had this sort of uncertainty, or a fear in something, before, perhaps in his earlier days as a Hollow, but those were long ago. Just as he was about to decide it, prey would enter his cone of vision, though it was far more delectable than any Hollow in this world. It was a human soul, a young man that was being dragged by a larger Hollow as he'd try to cling to the formless sand in hopes of escape. The Wyvern had eaten a human soul before, he could recall how exquisite it had tasted at the time, but here was another one. Believing that would hopefully be enough to at the very least make him at the very least something worth having conversation with, Lanzda would nose dive right at the human, readying a set of talons to claw at the Hollow's hand, and the other to grab the human and fly off. Lanzda couldn't risk getting into a unnecessary fight, not when he needed to catch up with the greater drake. In a swift movement, Lanzda had cut the Hollow's wrist deep enough for his grip to loosen and had successfully grabbed the human soul. With great haste, Lanzda flew back up, ignoring the enraged roar of the Hollow down bellow. Not wishing to waste any further time, Lanzda threw the human above, ignoring his screams as Lanzda opened his maw and took the human head first into his mouth. The Wyvern began to chew and then swallowed the human whole. Doing this had caused something unexpected, a reaction the Wyvern felt within himself, a swelling of energy he had never felt before. With a roar he could feel his body begin to grow, his scales became more rigid and pronounced, his mask became narrower and sharper, his wing span and had grown massively along with his tail. With another roar, a even strong one, Lanzda had been reborn into a Gillian, much larger and more imposing than his original form. The Hollow he had stolen prey from ran as fast as it could, seeming to have lost interest in fighting the greater Wyvern in revenge for its meal being stolen. After so many years, the Wyvern had raised to his next stage, the change had brought much pride to his ego. With this form in hand, Lanzda would fly off after Grimmwing, to bare witness to what he could do, and if possible, become his equal.
"How long has it been sense that beast pulled me into this godforsaken realm?" Edward this to himself before another part of his psyche responds with "Does it matter? you get to kill whatever you want to whenever you want to here." he then clutches his head as darkness leaks from his eyes and screams out "Get out of my head! I will not devolve into just another of these beasts. I will not fall to your corruption Hueco Mundo. Even if you keep putting these voices in my head, I will keep my senses under my control. You will not overwrite my will with just another beast!" He continues screaming out in pain as his eyes are stained black with hollow corruption and blood leaks from his tear ducts. "These mutations are making me so hungry. I wonder if there are more of those beasts around here for me to eat." he says to himself before setting off in search of hollows to eat whilst cackling like a mad man.
It's not long before he is jumped by a group of wild hollow smelling the metaphorical blood in the water that was his screaming in pain. They likely think Edward is just another free meal, but Edward knows they are biting off more they can chew as he opens his book and exclaims "Zeige Dich Fenrir. There is fresh meat for us to slaughter" A crackling red energy pours out of the book and forms in to the shape of a wolf before solidifying into Fenrir's armored form. "Part of me would have given you hollow a chance to flee out a sense of gentlemanlyness, but i am too hungry to pay that part of me any mind right now. So show them no mercy Fenrir" he says as Fenrir leaps forward to start tearing the hollow limb from limb.
Fenrir is called forth from his tome as his master has found more hollows for him to kill. His master has ordered him to show no mercy so he leaps forward at the closest hollow stabbing him in the chest before ripping out his throat as he fails uselessly in a vain attempt to harm Fenrir. The other hollow strike at Fenrir in unison as he is tearing out there comrade's throat, but the both fail to even scratch his armor as their claws bounce off Fenrir's armored exterior. Fenrir then pins one of both of the hollows legs in place with his front claws so that his master can consume their souls.
Seeing how Fenrir has Immobilized a pair of the trio of hollow that had attempted to ambush him Edward forms a large devilish grin and says "Oh you've pinned two for me to eat this time Fenrir. I'll have to find a nice way to reward you securing this great meal for me." Edward approaches the par as they continue to flail uselessly against Fenrir's armor and tells the pair "You lowly beasts value strength right? So being even a small part of someone as powerful as me will be a great honor for weaklings such as yourselves, so be glad I am giving you the honor of becoming fuel for my continued existence so that I may gain even more power." before stabbing his hands into their chests and forcefully pulling their souls from their bodies in order to ravenously consume them.
His hunger satiated, Edward collapses to his knees, leaking tears of blood, as he regains his sanity "I lost control again. If i keep letting this hunger overtake me i'll end up as just another lowly beast hunting in this darkness for his next meal." he thinks as all he is physically able to do is sob while holding Fenrir close to him for comfort. Seeing his master in distress after he consumes the souls of the hollows he had pinned Fenrir allows himself to be held by Edward and nuzzles up against him to help him feel better. With Fenrir nuzzling him Edward says "I'm sorry for getting us trapped here Fenrir. A noble companion such as you deserves better than just becoming another beast of Hueco Mundo." as the streaks for bloody tears rolling down his face grow wider.
Fenrir licks his master's face as the tears of blood continue to leak from his eyes. This helps Edward calm down enough to stop crying and regain his composure. "Thank you I needed to let that all out while i still have control over myself. I promise you i will find us a way back home before this corruption completely overtakes us." he says to his faithful companion before returning him to the seal inside the tome he carries.
An uncountable amount of time passes as Edward continues to wander aimlessly around Hueco Mundo in search of some sort of exit. During which he continues to consume the weak hollow that are foolish enough to mistake him for a free meal and learns a number of hollow techniques as the hollow souls he consumes to continue to corrupt him. Eventually Edward stumbles upon a pair of hollow that were not only not feral like the rest that had attacked him before but were actually conversing with one another. Edward watched from a distance only able to make out what the large dragon looking one was saying. The impish hollow then proceeds to form a portal that looks to lead back to earth. Edward immediately wants to make a mad dash for the portal, but before he can move from his hiding spot the imp is eaten by the dragon and the portal closes. "Damn it that could have been my ticket home." he thinks watching the dragon metamorphose into a new form then fly off.
The thought "If that weak little imp is strong enough to tear open a portal to earth i should be more than strong enough to do it myself by now with all the souls I've consumed" bubbles up from the back of his mind once he is alone again. "For once we agree on something you stupid voice." he says aloud to himself before attempting to replicate the portal creation the imp had done. Edward quickly looses track of how many attempts he has made to tear open a portal and grows frustrated at how easy it looked for the weak-looking little imp versus how hard it actually was for him to do.
More time and countless attempts at portal forming pass. Edward only briefly pauses from desperately trying to form a portal as he hides from a large wyvern hollow flying overhead. With the first attempt he makes after the wyvern is gone, something clicks for Edward and he forms a small portal. It's not large enough to even stick a finger through but he can see earth on the other side as he peers through it. The small success motivates Edward to keep at it until he is able to form a large enough portal for him to be able to pass through it.
Ryuuka D. Kyuubi, the black nine-tailed fox arrived in the deeper part of the realm, away from all of the combat in the realm between Earth and Soul Society. This particular desolate wasteland was known as Muchos, the perfect place to train and gather strength for the oncoming storm of pain and suffering that this vile creature planned to unleash on the mortal realm. She had suffered at the hands of those who claimed to be free. She was enslaved and shackled by those who spoke out and cried "Liberty and Justice for all!" It was the destructive force of paranoia and mob-mentality with a dash of racism that was responsible for the hate that burned beneath the mask of the fox-like demon.
As Ryuuka stalked through the sands of the in-between, she found herself reliving memories in her shattered psyche. It was a particularly cold winter in Ninteen Fourty-Two, and the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor, followed by the United States declaring war on Japan. It was the start of Ryuuka's troubles. The fear that day of the persecution to come was a particular emotion that ate away at her mind. It was the evil feeling of torment and suffering she was soon to face that plagued her as she continued on, searching for a snack to help purge the thoughts and allow her to drown in her misery as this pathetic creature of death and hunger.
More memories plagued her of military men delivering forced migration notices to Ryuuka's former home and the angry stares of distrust from neighbors who once treated her with the common respect. The emotions of rage and the pain of the betrayal she felt all those years ago. If people hated her then, it was their due course to really despise the fox in her current form. A monster, a true horror from recesses of their horrid dreams. But it was not America or her former life drawing her back to the World of the Living, it was Karakura Town in Japan.
Further rage and anxiety were building beneath the surface as Ryuuka took a Lower Class Hollow between her maws and tore open the smaller creature. "Screw the world...", she said in a wet and sickening crunch as she sloppily consumed her meal. "Screw the people in it...", Kyuu spat as some blood dripped down her mouth in a messy display. She was a cruel character and one with no moral restraints now in her current form. "Soon, I will consume them all. Break their flesh, devour their souls, and torment them as they join me as one of the many.", the wicked fox continued as she swallowed the rest of her meal and then continued on her path of destruction and self-loathing.
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Violence no matter what age humanity found themselves in they never could get past the basic instinct to fight, and kill for what you wanted it. From when Cain struck his own Brother down to wars of this "Modern Age" nothing changed only that the tools of war grew more efficient made to killer faster, and in more numbers. Dead Eye would always thank humans for the sheer iniquity of weapons that they had progressed in leaps and bounds. He watched it all over the centuries witnessing the struggle of humans as soldiers of every age marched for men who thought they knew better. He was there for their battles so that he may feast on the souls of those same soldiers for at one point in time he had been among them so long ago. The memories were fuzzy at best he had been wondering earth, and this wasteland for so long details were lost here and there and a little bit everywhere.
What he remembered most of all was the Legion, Legion X Equestris. Those were the days laying waste to Gauls under the command Caesar though he did not return from those campaigns killed protecting his superiors. He almost paused in his reminiscing remembering how he wandered the battlefield still seeking a fight till that need to fight pushed him beyond being a mere lost soul. If you asked him it was the best thing to ever happen to him this body of his this power in exchange for his heart was more than worth the price he paid. He stop feet resting in the sand something having alerted him with a smile he did his best not to chuckle he could feel the killing intent of a little rat lurking beneath the sands. -"This will be fun."
The little rat as he called it sprung forth kicking up a cloud of sand as it attempted to get a drop on Dead Eye the hollow swiping through the air where it thought it prey was. It swung it's head side to side confused as where his prey had went and just then it felt something hard press up against the back of it's head before it could even spin around a bolt of bone blasted through it's head the low class hollow slumping to the ground. Picking it up he threw the body in the air. "Eat up Big Guy I think something interesting is waiting for us just up ahead." the body sailed through the air as with a large explosion of sand a massive hollow rose up from the sands behind Dead Eye swallowing it whole before crunching down."There we go it might be filling for you at least."
It was somewhat filling low class hollows like the little rat could be barely called a meal, but it was more than happy to feast on the unwanted scraps of Dead Eye. Pulling itself further out of the sand it shook it's massive frame clouds of dust rolling off his pitch black skin that contrasted heavily to the endless white sands. Stepping forward away from the depression in the ground it pulled it's front leg down underneath bowing it's head towards Dead Eye allowing him to jump up onto his back. "...I think I might need twenty of those little guys to call a meal....though I doubt even that would fill you up." the words came slow as did many things with his massive frame as he began to trudge through the sands lifting up large trunk like feet one after the other.
It was as Dead Eye described it many times his mighty steed worthy of bearing a member of the Legion upon his back. The shinigami merely called it Black Bastion it didn't much prefer one to the other all it cared for was how far Dead Eye would take him along for the ride of his conquests. Why a hollow like Dead Eye did not just eat it was beyond the thinking of Black Bastion however for as long as it was useful to Dead Eye it would remain so to the best of it's ability. It continued trudging through the wasteland of Muchos turning when nudged by Dead Eye he seemed to have noticed something that caught his eye as it were which would prove to be interesting one way or the other.
Along the way it would hear the death screams of more "little rats" who thought it was an easy slow moving target to devour when the real threat was idly chilling on top taking pot shots at this misinformed opportunist hunters. They would have had better luck trying to serve beneath Dead Eye like it did though even then if he saw no interest in them Dead Eye would simply feed them to Black Bastion like he did all the rest. It came to a sudden stop at the beckoning of Dead Eye looking down it seemed they had arrived having crossed pasts with a fox like hollow. It lowered it's head further to allowed Dead Eye to dismount keeping behind him like the imposing wall of flesh it was. It would stay like that, and let Dead Eye do the talking until told otherwise.
The black, nine-tailed fox, Hollow stopped in her tracks as D. Kyuubi looked over the two in her way. They were rather large and imposing figures, but they were also not the targets of her rage out here in the desolate waste on the way between worlds. They too likely intended to descend on Karakura Town, just like she had intended. "Hmmm... and so I am encountered not with prey, but a couple of predators. Those with ambition to grow.", she mused at the pair of Black Bastion and Dead Eye. Her tails fluffed out in a fan-like display before consolidating into one larger tail as the fox beast began to circle around them in a display of interest and of established dominance. She knew she was stronger, just by the feel of the two, and the threat they posed was minimal, so it was one of these situations where D. Kyuubi could indulge herself in discourse until she decided that her audience was either boring or too weak to be useful.
Ryuuka then stopped her circling and sat down on her haunches, looking at the two with a tilt of her bone-white mask. She had consumed many souls, but the reason for her lack of hunger was unknown even to her. Usually and Adjuchas like herself would need to continually eat to maintain her form, but after a while of gorging on her own kind, she had found herself... full? "Do you two mean to go down into the World of the Living? Dine on sweeter meats?", she inquired from behind that ever-sinister visor of bone-white. The way she spoke of Human souls made her eyes glow a brighter red, as if it were truly something that got one to salivate. This much was true for most Hollow as it was definitely more appetizing than eating other Hollow, even more-so was the soul of a Shinigami.
Ryuuka D. Kyuubi, the black nine-tailed fox arrived in the deeper part of the realm, away from all of the combat in the realm between Earth and Soul Society. This particular desolate wasteland was known as Muchos, the perfect place to train and gather strength for the oncoming storm of pain and suffering that this vile creature planned to unleash on the mortal realm. She had suffered at the hands of those who claimed to be free. She was enslaved and shackled by those who spoke out and cried "Liberty and Justice for all!" It was the destructive force of paranoia and mob-mentality with a dash of racism that was responsible for the hate that burned beneath the mask of the fox-like demon.
