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((Well, that's one pass. Yay! *dances* whee

Aww, thank you for those kind words, Zane-san. I really appreciate it and it brings a warm, fuzzy feeling to my heart. A captain? No, I don't deserve such a position. I'm too lazy, haha. xd

I'd rather be Vice Captain and attend to the needs of the members, if I could, than sit around giving orders. For better or for worse, I'm more of a doer than a commander, you see... sweatdrop ))

((I have received permission to post here along with Horatio. ))

Opehlia slunk forward, her dirty, long black hair covering her face. She pushed it back absently with one clawed hand and stood up a little taller, trying to see what was going on. She could hear the tell-tale sign of electricity crackling and water as well. Loud booms ripped through the air. A battle was going on and she wanted to see who was fighting it.

She climbed a short cliff that overlooked the combatants, a Shinigami and two arrancars. She wrinkled her nose. The Shinigami smelled like Bount as well, and the arrancar were losing. She snorted, digging her nails into the rock beneath her, her yellow eyes reflecting the dying light in the sky.

When she saw that the electricty wielding arrancarwas crying, her shoulder muscles hunched and she let out a furious hiss.

The Shinigami defeated the two arrancar, but didn't kill them. He knocked them out. She stood up, indigant. Then she thought better of it and hunger shown in her eyes. The Shinigami seemed to be distracted, looking elsewhere.

She slunk down the small cliff, loping the distance between it and where the two arrancar lay easily. She looked with a sneer at the arrancar that had cried. The electricty wielder.

"You're a pathetic excuse for a Hollow. And for your element." She snarled in her roughened voice. She glanced around, licking her lips. She stroked the arrancar's face, then clamped a hand down on her mouth in case she decided to wake up and blow her cover. Opehlia's head darted forward, and teeth tore into the arrancar's throat. her eyes snapped open and she began to struggle. Little whimpering noises came from her mouth as her eyes locked on Opehlia's. She grinned, and ripped out the life-blood pumping artery in her hroat. Her body convulsed, her eyes rolling in her head. Opehlia twisted her head with an expert jerk, snapping the arrancar's neck and killing her instantly.

She lapped at the blood that still pumped out of her neck, from the dying heart's last beats. She hissed softly and tore at her flesh, ripping chunks off her shoulders and arms and stuffing them in her mouth as quick as she could. She was sitting hunched over the body, darting quick looks at the Shinigami as she did so. She was covered in blood, it soaked her head to toe. But she could feel her strength increasing as she fed on the arrancar, her energy was being transfered to her. she made loud slurping and crucnhing noises as she devoured the arrancar, before the body began to fade away in spirit particles. She caught these, sucking them up into her mouth so none of them would get away.

When the arrancar was completley gone, she licked her hands just like a satisfied cat that had eaten a canary. She turned her attention to the other arrancar, eying her. She ran her tongue across her lips, baring her fangs.

((*edited He-hem. We don't want our identities completley handed out Xeion. ^^ * whee I'm going to hurt you now, Ophelia. xd ))

Xeion's eyes shot open when he saw that one of the Arrancar openly killed right before his eyes. Her blood spattered all over his face as he saw first-hand how another, new Arrancar had arrived, ripped apart the young, sleeping Arrancar lady, and actually ate her. Such a thing was normal in Hollow society, as it would allow her to get stronger for the road to being the strongest was one filled with eating, fighting, and eating some more, all for the sake of getting stronger. But why? Why did it have to be that way? What's the use of getting stronger if you have to sacrifice others for it? Xeion didn't quite understand, or rather, he didn't want to understand. He wanted everyone to be happy, to smile, and to live peaceful lives, free of conflict. He had just opened the door to make friends with two, new Arrancar, but unfortunately, that chance was taken away, for the other one, at least.

Seeing her lifeless, brutally maimed body drop lifelessly to the ground, Xeion snapped at the new Arrancar, bearing his teeth at her. In one, fierce heartbeat, Xeion stood up from where he was and slammed Elena to the ground in front of the Arrancar. Saving what little she had left, she took the other Arrancar, traumatized by her sister's loss, and shunpo'd out of the way, hiding her in a safe place. "I know this may sound cold, but please, escape for now. Use a garganta and get as far away as possible. I may not have been able to save your sister, but at the very least, I want to save you. Now go! I'll cover you!"

Shunpoing back to where he stood, Xeion stood upright, daring, confident -- staring at the one Arrancar who killed the one he had tried so hard not to hurt. Raising his sword toward her, he spoke in an angered tone of voice. "Why? Why did you do that!? Why did you kill her -- she didn't do anything wrong! She lost -- I defeated her fair and square. It was my choice not to hurt them. They fought hard, but still, why!? Tell me, damn it!" he screamed.

Horatio watched with keen eyes, waiting for the oppertunity where he would need to step in. He watched Ophelia with envy... Ophelia was vicious, hungry, savage, something he himself lacked the will to become or do. The pinching pain reminded him again of his draining energy. Still low in the high grass, he crouched, poised and ready to lunge out at a moments notice. His power levels low stil. Xeion was potentially dangerous, even though he seemed to take a peaceful end to things.

((That's okay. ^^ ))

Opehlia's eyes flared with rage.

"Why should I tell anything to just another meal?" She snarled. She darted backwards, his blade slicing a shallow cut across her nose. she licked at the blood that dribbled down to her lips. She knew what he was trying to do. same as those men. Trying to get her reasons for acting like she does out of her. He'd have to do better than that.

As he slashed at her from all sides she crouched low, swaying her body with the rythm of his swings. her preatory eyes tracked his arm, watching the muscles twitch beneath the fabric of his clothes. if nothing else, she was at least a fast arrancar and she had learned this through years of survival.

"There is no such thing as honor in this world. it's a silly sentiment that fools cling to." she snapped back at him, swiping at his face with his claws in between his blows. She was given numerous shallow cuts, and her blood ran in thin streams over her, plopping to the ground. She didn't mind. She relished the pain.

Her off all people?... Suffering?...

The though crossed his mind, it was absurd, impossible, it didnt make sense from what he knew of Ophelia, Ophelia in his mind enjoyed every bit of this life style, she thrived on it and succeeded in it far faster then he himself whom stumbled, and tripped and adapted so poorly. The thought of Ophelia being the one to truely suffer... irritated him. Horatio released a little grunt of frustration before thrustering his legs, leaping up in the air and down towards Xeion. Horatio released his zapakuto from it's sheath in one fell movement, swinging it around 180 degrees horizontally at Xeion, driving enough force and body weight to knock the shinigami back.

"There is no cure or answer to insanity... stop interrogatting her..." The words growled out agressively through his teeth with a tone of envy and sadness.

Xeion barely managed to dodge the sneak attack another Arrancar launched, jumping down at him with his zanpakuto. His sword thrust deep into the earth, showing Xeion the power of his thrust as he rolled away from where he was attacked. His sudden movement opened the wound the female Arrancar made on his left arm even more. Now he was up against two Arrancar once again. How lucky of him.

Standing up, Xeion stared at the two, both the male and female one. He grit his teeth; what the other said was true -- the other female Arrancar looked like she enjoyed the pain. Enjoyed it very much to the extent of her being amused by the feeling of her wounds that covered her body. Looking to the other Arrancar, Xeion felt a slight hint of sadness around him -- a deep sense of long, lingering regret. His aura gave out a melancholic tone, complimenting the other's aura which screamed psychopathic killer. It was like both of them were complete opposites, two sides of the same coin, mirror reflections -- whatever you want to call it. Xeion knew he was in for another fight and braced himself for it. But first, he had to make sure of one thing.

"Is that really...what you feel?" Xeion asked, bobbing his head down, throwing the question at both of the Arrancar there. "Those statements, those words you just said -- they're true, aren't they? You were serious when you said them, correct?"

"Actions speak louder then words... now let her feed!" Horatio grunted at what Xeion caused in Ophelia, he didn't want anything or much harm to happen to her. Ophelia was all that Horatio envied and abhored, wished and rejected, a role model and a bad influence. Horatio's actios were purely out of duty and need instead of desire, each attack drawn back by not a lack of strength but will and desire. He rushed forward circling around behind Xeion again before sliding forward with his right leg out attempting to trip the shinigami. During the skid he jabbed his Zapakuto forward at Xeion's backmost area, a driving force to penetrate between the ribs at the lung housed underneath. His emotions calm and collected and empty.

Violence... is what started all this... violence is what will end it all...