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Tristan Venganza (Bount)

In the depths of the Kariya Cave there were more Bount than Soul Society could have dreamed of seeing alive in today's age. While the ancient race of soul-feeders had long survived in the gathering dark of the world, it had been centuries now since the shinigami had hunted and eliminated what they thought to be the last of the proud race of the Bount. Years had passed since the days of Jin Kariya, who brought to light the continued survival of the Bount, but with his passing it was certain amongst the residents of the Seireitei that the threat posed by them had once again been ended at the tip of their zanpaktou. Of course, little did they know that another powerful, Spirited Bount would step forth in the form of Dominic of Tra'al, but somehow in their boundless arrogance they failed to see past her armada of precious dolls to the growing number of their kind that continued to exist beyond their line of sight. Bount who were hungry for the souls of the living waited here in anticipation of their next free meal, and some who were less aggressive waited here, simply for a time when their race would no longer be seen as the soulless vampires of legend that many residents of the Earth and Heavens thought them to be. And then, there were those who simply stayed here because it was convenient to them, another stop along their road of life. Amongst that small contingent of Bount warriors was the man known now by the name of Tristan Venganza, whose true name had been lost unto the times more than a century past. He was known as Tristan for it was the only name he could recall of what he once was...his last name added as a tribute to the embers of his burning anger, the simplistic desire to make suffer those who tormented him. Human beings were such reckless creatures, he had always reasoned, foolish to place their lives in the hands of other humans, knowing the careless nature of their kind and their propensity to hurt the ones they loved. Placing your life in the hands of another was a ridiculous notion reserved only for those who wished to be hurt, masochistic ignoramuses who knew no better than to put themselves in the line of fire.

Tristan wasn't that type of person, not anymore. In all his long years he had learned by watching the society of humans rise and fall before his cold, green eyes. Red bangs shadowed his eyes, and in the shadows he had watched with an unflinching cold demeanor how human beings built their societies into the sky, only to have them come crashing back down. Built themselves up for the sheer joy of watching themselves fall back to Earth. It was a vicious cycle to which Tristan had long since become numb, unable to put forth the effort even to pretend to care about the humans who fought and raped and destroyed their own kind and the land that sustained them. Why care about a doomed race, he thought, but then remembered how few his own race was. Not that he cared, really. For he had at last found a companion with which to live out the rest of his days. The day she had awakened he felt he had become whole, and perhaps in a way he had been reborn. Hada was his companion, his guardian angel, and most importantly she was his love. Taking a glance up at her, he gave the winged angel a devious smirk, before taking off at an inhuman speed in one direction, whilst she began in the other. It was a race on separate paths to the exit of the cave, where they would once again emerge into the world of the living. Tristan Venganza had grown hungry, and that meant the two of them had work to do. He and his love, his doll...together they would catch themselves some new prey and then feast on the souls of those who worthless humans who claimed to 'love'.

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Brock turned around, and saw a babe with a hot bod, and a growlithe. "Hello there. I am Brock Takeshi, ex-gym leader of Pewter city. You have very pretty eyes..." He said, though his eyes never went above her neck. He blushed furiously, and mysteriously fell down, his legs twitching in the air, at a 75 degree angle from the ground. He was nearly unconscious, for no apparent reason. There was no explanation as to why he had fallen, besides the sheer beauty and bust size of the girl with the growlithe.

Climbing slowly up the cliff; Tomas could feel his strength waning.....After battling the double-team of Seto and Dakryn in the Cemetary; he'd fled with EL Quenath carrying him; when suddenly the doll had collapsed, forcing him to travel on foot... It was safe to say misfortune after misfortune had prevented the pair from resting and regaining strength; and now his own energy was faltering; he felt as if he was too weak to continue further; even though he knew....another mile into the cavern could mean the difference between life and death....he had no will to continue walking; and so the strength in his legs was now leaving him....gravity began to take a toll, pulling him down towards the rocky floor as he thought to himself...'El Quenath just collapsed when we left the Cemetary.... I suppose that attack was stronger than either of us expected....I had to reseal him....and now I can barely hear his voice....then with a Hollow attack, he could barely light his flame even bound to my sword....what is wrong....' 'Can't you tell? I'm finished....I don't have long now.....that ice attack....it was too strong; my prior wounds made it impossible to hold a defense....and creating that smokescreen by bracing my body against it....I thought I could handle the attack; but it was too much for my body to take....I've fed off your lifeforce as a Bount to hold msyelf to this world.....I'm sorry.' 'If there was at least a Human soul to consume....I could maybe get the energy.....but I cant go looking....not anymore....I've used most of my strength to climb up to the cavern entrance.....I suppose in the end....we just weren't strong enough....' His body completely exhausted, Tomas collapsed to the ground, unsheathing the sword that contained the spirit of El Quenath. He felt no heat radiating from the blade; its once brilliant flame now dwindled to no more than ordinary steel....he saw it; the tiny flare of a matchflame dwindling to glowing ash.....and then was no more....El Quenath had died....He felt it in his body; the connection was broken....his body slowly began to change into a mist-like substance....floating away.....it didn't hurt; he'd died battling a powerful opponent.....as he always knew he would......

Brock groaned, and fell over onto his face. He placed his hands against the ground, and pushed himself, up. He stood there, blushing, and smiling a bit. The growlithe was right beside Brock, and he reached a hand over, petting it. Brock loved pokemon, and wanted to become the greatest pokemon breeder the world had ever known, no matter what it took to get there. Brock stood up, dusting off the front of his pants. "So... where to now?" He said, chuckling nervously.

Tanis walked around the cavern and sighed to himself. "So close to catching the man yet so far even with you Harpier we can't beat him and his companion." He said sitting down and looking down at his ring used to summon Harpier. He held his hand out and called forth his companion watching the great beast take form. He watched as the minerals fromt he ground itself rose up and formed a beast of what appeared to be diamond. He admired the wolf like beast it's glistening "Fur" that was actually strands of the same crystalline materials it's body was made of. He watched as it stood on it's hind legs and shook the dirt from between it's "Fur" "Tanis...we must train if you ever hope to get stronger than him. You sitting around moping won't do anything understand?" Harpier scolded Tanis turning to stare into his eyes. Tanis stared back and felt the same fear he always felt when he stared into those blue heartless emotionless eyes. The fear he felt slowly washed away and he stood and walked forward setting his hand on Harpiers shoulder. "I know..you must train as well so let's go." He said turning and walking with harpier to the edge of the bount cave and stepped out into the surrounding forest.

Tristan Venganza (Hada)

The night was still young when Tristan Venganza returned to the darkened caves of Kariya following his battle against the human Endu and the Shinigami Kerrigan that he had managed to kill and devour before making his exit from the scene at the appearance of that strange, powerful mod-soul, and he couldn't help but smirk at the damage he knew he might have caused to both his reputation and the chances for him to move about more freely on Earth and elsewhere because of his affinity for drawing blood. Human beings had always been nothing more than simple cattle to him, livestock to be bred and kept for harvest whenever it was time to receive another fresh meal straight from the block, and the thought of being able to tear into one of them as he had tried to do earlier to Akihiko Sanada and had succeeded in doing to that poor shinigami who had fumbled across his path was enough to make his mouth water and his heart beat faster in anticipation. There was nothing more satisfying than watching those who had forced him to suffer for centuries writhing in agony and defeat as he stood triumphantly over top of them, their life in his hands, and today had been the perfect example of how tremendously fulfilling it could be to take the life of another person to devour their soul and make their power his own. The shinigami who had challenged his power and fought against him learned the hard way the terrible price that one would pay for protecting the human beings against the wrath of the proud race of the Bount, but it was her own fault for stepping in between he and his desired meal when he was so awfully hungry and the smelled so delightfully tasty to his starved, ill-respected pallet. Yet, as he let the shadows surround him as he slipped further into the quiet depths of the caves Jin Kariya had once cleared out and made into a home for his Bount brethren, he couldn't help but continue to think on that strange robot that made its way to the battlefield just a few seconds too late to save the woman...but just in time to incapacitate his beloved Hada with a single volley of spiritual shots. The thought that there were enemies out there with that kind of power was more than a little disconcerting to the moderately self-centered Bount 'Lord', and Tristan had to remind himself afterwards that he was supposed to be upset at the monstrosity for attacking his Doll so callously and behind his back...in spite of the fact that he was just as intrigued with the creature's power as he was upset about his decision to interfere in their fight against the humans. Who was that giant, robot-looking creature that stalked its way onto the battlefield and blasted his Hada to the ground with his spiritual gun without killing her...what reason did he have to come at that particular time, in that particular place, and what reason did he have to save those pathetic humans that he would have made his second helpings...? He couldn't answer those questions on his own, only with the help of the mod-soul himself could he discover the true intentions of his appearance in the Karakura Forest that night, but he wasn't going to head back out until he was certain that Hada was fully prepared to be free of her insignia and move about without pain or hindrance from the blow she had been given by Model #01. It had been an incredibly impressive shot to have felled her so perfectly with the blast without the threat of even having taken her life from her, but that was how the attack appeared to have happened to the proud member of the Bount...who, or what was that creature...how could he do something like that...and where did he get his power? These thoughts continued to circulate in the mind of the green-eyed, red-haired soul-sucker as he came into a familiar area of the cave which he immediately recognized as his own personal area where he loved to do most of his training when preparing to go into the outside world for another 'food run'. He thought back to the times he had spent here working as hard as he could to make himself proud to call himself a servant of the race which claimed him when the human race cast him out from their world, and he remembered the names and faces of all the trainers who told him that his potential to grow was through the roof...that he could achieve anything if he tried, even becoming one of the elite Bount to ever live. Tristan certainly felt powerful when they told him those things, and he wanted to taste that power more than anything in the entire world...except, of course, his beloved...but nevertheless, he was never one to be satisfied until he knew for certain that he had achieved that level of power he expected to reach...that they expected him to reach. Years had passed and he wasn't there yet, his own desire to wreak his vengeance upon the humans overwhelming his sense of propriety and the humble knowledge that he would be unable to do anything if he did not work hard to achieve the power he sought...it angered him, upset him, but most of all, his failures only sent him back into the world to unleash his aching soul upon the world of the living. He hadn't he will to learn and train as he should until he stumbled across Akihiko Sanada and Matsu Kasumi, and their strength showed when they should have been weak had begun to wear on his nerves a bit more than it should have...eventually provoking him into something he hadn't tried in ages. Now in the face of an even stronger enemy in Model #01, he wanted to make himself worthy to stand in front of such a being as an ally, as an enemy, or however he damned well pleased. "Come, Hada," he commanded, body glowing a faint blue as his fangs poked through once more. His subtle smirk was replaced by a determined grimace as he tried to draw in as many of the extremely sparsely distributed spiritual particles as he could. As he did, the beautiful blue-dressed form of his beloved doll formed in full behind him, not wasting a single moment before wrapping her arms around his waist and laying her chin on top of his shoulder. Her mocha skin was as soft as he remembered, but a haunted look reflected in her emerald eyes. A bit unsettled by the strange glint in her eye, he turned back to her with a small frown and decided to voice the question he had been withholding from the moment she touched him. "What troubles you so, my dear?" he asked her, turning his eyes back to the world and the cave before him. The faint blue glow had not yet dissipated from around him as he stared blankly forward, green eyes unblinking as he concentrated on the task at hand...and the air, for the echoes of her answer. What he received was somewhat of an expected response, but it didn't comfort him knowing that she had thought of him in such a vulnerable manner...dolls were known for becoming volatile if shown weakness, and if she had lost it would certainly reflect poorly upon himself. Nevertheless, he knew he would not have to endure such tireless and pointless questioning as he imagined from the wonderful woman resting against him at the moment...such idle complaints were beyond her, and she knew they would fall on deaf ears if she worded them unwisely. Instead, she simply whispered the words trapped within her heart, knowing that he would understand why she had said them in the first place...theirs was a bond beyond others, after all...more than a Bount man and his summoned doll...they were together as they could be...friend, servant, protector, lover. There was nothing that they could keep from one another with any sort of hope for secrecy, because usually the other was aware of the problem, if there was indeed any sort of problem, long before the former had any idea there was a problem to begin with. In this case, it was Hada who was worried and Tristan who had already understood that she would be a bit shaken and vulnerable following the incapacitation she had suffered from Model #01...but asking her anyway was the only polite thing to do, and he wouldn't make her bear the burden of keeping it inside of her any longer. "I was afraid, my love," she whispered into his ear, breath warm against him, tickling his skin in a way that no doll ever could. Days like these he was reminded just how real Hada had become to him, everything she meant to his past, his present, and his future in this world...the world he envisioned without the stench of the humans to degrade it so. Running her long fingers over the solid contours of his chest slowly, languidly, she felt every muscle from his abs to his sternum as she steadied her own thumping heart by mimicking the feeling of his stern, reliable pulse...he was her link to the world, the one who gave her this life, and even now he had a hold over her like no other person Bount or human could ever dream of having. He had been there from the moment she was given a chance to exist in this world, a chance given to her by the Bount 'Lord' Tristan Venganza, and from the moment she laid her green eyes on him she knew that she had been in love...would always be hopelessly and desperately in love with him...and so it was that she lived (breathed, fought, died...) now, only for him...always for him. Placing her lips against the sensitive skin of his earlobe, her mocha skinned nose brushed away a stray lock of red hair in her way before she whispered to him again in the dark of the cave. "I will never lose you...can never lose you, my love. My heart would not survive it..." she declared quietly, though he made no move to acknowledge her. "I would not survive it." He knew that she was correct when she said that, but for reasons entirely separate from the ones that he knew she had implied...hers was a devotion not fashioned out of a mindless loyalty or a fear of the power that he wielded, but a pure and unmitigated love for her master that went beyond the simple bounds of the doll and its master. That was why he knew that she would never betray him...why they would fight together always, until they had risen at long last to the world they envisioned together. Turning back to her and smirking at her with his characteristic guile, she knew instinctively that he had raised his spirits listening to her speak, and in a moment he had stepped away from her and begun to stretch. Glancing over his shoulder, he winked at the female doll and rubbed his elbow, motioning to the expansive cave before them. "Dash along the right side while I move along the left," he instructed, precise directions to be followed to the exact letter...Hada would have no trouble with that. "Meet me in the center of the area, then throw an elbow to touch my own...pull up one inch shy of me. Understood?" he asked, the pale blue glow still flickering weakly about him. She didn't need to be told why they were doing this...she already knew, and she was ready for the training. The moment his hands dropped, the duo executed their tandem attack with a seamless perfection that belied their supposed weakness, ending with perfect form only a single inch away from one another. Panting for breath as they stared into the eyes of their partner, their chests heaved with exertion as they gathered in as much of the precious oxygen that they could...not that they were particularly vulnerable to death, of course, but even Bount needed the oxygen around them for something. A bead of sweat dripped from the red-haired brow of the powerful Bount warrior, but the pristine forehead of his doll remained clear, untainted...she was a picture of perfection as she stood there with her eyes locked onto his with a hungry, purposeful stare. Her lips were curled into a predatory grin as he realized suddenly that he had become her very willing prey. Raising a single eyebrow in response to her silent request, she was on him in a flash, feet hovering just a few inches above the ground as she pressed her smaller body against his own. Mocha skin became covered in pale and her blue dress pushed tersely against the white and gray fabric of his cloak and robes...and she kissed him, a doll and her master, in the dark of the Jin Kariya Caves.