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Cazurro stepped lightly from his portal. Now that he understood how it worked, he did not stumble or falter in his footing passing through. Cazurro sighed as he once again looked upon the cold, white sands of Hueco Mundo. "Well, it's home." Cazurro sniffed the air, noting the other hollow scents he picked up. He growled at the dark sky above him. "What a pointless world. I had more fun being caught by a girl in the human world." Cazurro turned on his heel, why he did so not even he knew. Once again he tore open a Garganta, and peered through it out onto the human world. He stared at the humans, watched them go about their lives. "Alright. Time for more fun." Cazurro paused as he was about to step through. He glanced over his shoulder, suddenly paranoid he was going to be followed. He shook off the paranoia, another relic of his former self. Cazurro thought for a moment about revisting the places he had been as a human, but disregared that thought and simply decided to take in the sights. For some reason, he felt like a tourist.

Akako's eye opened abruptly and he jolted to his feet. He scanned around the area and saw noting but desert. Was it... a dream? His heart was racing, and he looked down at his open left hand. He could still feel the cold blood from his nightmare on his claws. He stepped away from the ditch he had been sleeping in, and headed out to the whistling wastelands before him. That dream... It was so real. It couldn't be true though... Could it? Akako thought back to his dream to try and make heads or tails of it.

Dimly lit lampposts lined the streets of a misty city. The light only proved to illuminate as small will-o-wisp like objects above the ground. Only silhouettes of the few could be seen in motion in this thick veil type fog. On the pavement, the sharp clack of high heels could be heard dashing at a high pace blindly in the night. The only accompanying sound was the soft, barely audible snarling and distant metal on stone. The woman in the high heel's breathing grew rapid, and her pleas for help fell like the autumn leaves: unheard. The sharp clack would suddenly cease, and the scent of death would accompany the reddened mist.

"How gruesome..." Akako commented as he thought back to his dream. Even this monster infested wasteland seemed safer than wherever on Earth that was. His feeling of safety was very loose, but he could hold his own against the lesser creatures that dwell here. He had learned a trick or two against the Shark woman that could prove useful. With my tail, and bala, I should last unless I am outnumbered. But when that happens... He stopped in his tracks and considered this scenario. Even with his few advantages, he had little control over his tail, and he couldn't use bala very often. "Perhaps, being alone in this place is not very smart. I may want to find someone to watch my back." He turned his head to the wind, and started running to find either a friend or a meal. Neither of the two sounded very unappealing to him at the moment.

Staring up at the crescent moon in the sky was rather calming. As it would remain the same, the clouds would morph its shape into semi-circles, and strangely irregular shapes. Back when he was alive, Akako used to do a lot of cloud watching. After school, when he was younger, he would lay on the grass by the hill and watch the clouds pass above and their reflections in the river. The world would melt around around him as he lost himself in the beauty of the sky. "I suppose, even after death, somethings just do not change." For the next hour or so, he stared at the bright moon in the dark sky, painted with thin clouds. Even despite the wonderful sky; even despite the long stretches of nothing but sand, he still missed the world of the living. He missed his friends; he missed the unnatural peace: the monotony. One could fall asleep on their feet if they weren't careful. Then a cruel thought took form in his head. It grew and grew, and all the more he thought about it, all the more appealing it sounded. "Maybe...Just maybe, I could bring some excitement into life. I can give people to life for. The thrill of the hunt. The taste of defeat. The satisfaction of besting a monster." He was, in all sense, a monster like one would read about in books, where a valiant hero would end his reign of terror. The world needs a hero like that. So much hatred, cruelty, apathy... A strange fairytale hero is needed to inspire these living humans. And I will be the one to create this hero. I will test them to be the hero to vanquish the hatred in this rotten world. Akako was excited to be the one to trigger such a feat. He could hardly contain his motivation; even his tail seemed to be celebrating it its own sporadic dance. His skills were sharpened as well as his claws. He was ready to escape this world of the desert night, and go back to where he lived. He would return and add a bit of 'spice' to everyone's boring life. He was so happy, he could hardly contain it.

Although he could feel something in his gut, but it was different that his vision. It twisted, and squirmed in his stomach as he delighted on making heroes out of the living. It writhed, and twitched when Akako suddenly heard his stomach growl the loudest it has ever growled since he was turned into a hollow. "But then, we hollows feed of of humans, so it would make no sense in helping them. I'll have to go anyway. That soul... It was... delicious." His mouth watered at the quickly morphing thought as he tried to recollect the taste of that human soul. He inhaled deeply, and felt just a little bit less hungry. How interesting. All I did was take a breath and it is soothing the churning of my hunger. Did I just eat a soul without realizing it? He stood on the sand trying to recreate the feeling. I imagined te taste of the human's soul... and I ate some other soul. He focused on the human sou for a solid thirty seconds without moving a muscle. There was no result. He stopped and thought about why it only worked once. Was I focusing hard enough? Was it a fluke? Or was it just my imagination? He took a breath in to sigh, when he found what he was looking for. It is the air? There are souls in the air? It could be the remains of unfinished souls, but... This is just too difficult to understand. Confused, but determined, Akako sat on the sand in some kind of meditative wolf, and took in the free floating spiritual energy as it passed him by. It was a lazy way to silence his roaring stomach, but he would soon feel satisfied when he makes it to the world of the living.

It was an hour or two more before he started moving again. He felt refreshed, as if he had eaten a large dinner and soaked in a hot bath. The energy permeated through his muscles and he felt like he was capable of doing anything; he could leap a building, he could run a kilometer, he could move a bus. "Now. Now I return to the human world. I will return and really bring their hearts racing. To fight for your life is the best stimulant. It is... ecstasy." He looked ahead of him and focused on the gate that dropped him into the darkness. He knew this darker than black void was not there by chance, nor something to trap the weak. It is definitely a portal of some kind. To where? I do not know. How long is it? I can not say. But that tare will lead me somewhere. I just know it will. He focused his newly found energy in his hand. He could feel it just waiting to be burned. It left a tingling feeling in his arm to have so much energy in it. He pulled back his hand and then thrust it forward as if to pierce the air. Something was pireced, and it began to shatter. The familiar darkness still loomed in the broken passage. "All this energy... It's got to go somewhere. It will be brought to Earth. Maybe I'll get my rush there." he clenched his claw and stepped into the void. It was cold, and dry. It may have been discouraging, but it would not deter him from following through. He was going to Earth, no matter what forces warned him otherwise.

kensai found a hollow it looked to be eating something he came up behind it and jumped on its back. he began to slash at its back with his claws he then wraped his tail around the hollow and slamed it on the ground and threw it and few feet away from him. "Well do you think you can stand up to me i dont think so i am going to have fun killing you" he said as he licked the hollow's blood off of his claws. Kensai ran after the hollow and just as it was about to stand up he hit it with an uppercut just befor it went up into the air Kensai grabed it by the face and slamed it to the ground he then took his claws and cut its legs makeing it hard for him to run if he tried to get away. "So it looks like this is going to be too easy your not even fighting back are you?" he said jumping up in the air and slaming down on the hollow crushing it he then took his hand and pointed his claws right at the back of the hollows head going to stab right into it. "Time to say good bye" he said as he stabed the hollow in its head Kensai took his hand out and eat the part of the hollows brain that was stuck to his claws he then began to feast on the rest of the hollow's dead body.

The presence of an exequiesa can be sensed in the area as he arises from the sands of Hueco Mundo - coming from the depths of Hueco Mundo. All the way from Las Noches itself. His eyes scan the area, observing the weaker hollows and allows a faint smile to cross his lips. "Heh. How long ago was it when I was last this weak?" he asks himself, honestly not quite recalling. It was perhaps not terribly long ago. On the other hand, it could have been ages ago. It is not long before he sees one particularly aggressive hollow. A small laugh escapes his throat as he gets a playful idea forming in his mind. He simply walks over to Kensai and taps him on the shoulder.

Ryu laughs as he catches the young hollow's tail. Getting a decent grip, he lifts him up off of the ground and looks at the now upside down hollow. "Oh, I like your spunk. I think I'll keep you around and keep you in my pack." He laughs and continues to grin. "What do you say? A rare opportunity~" Ryu's expression is that of amusement and determination. Perhaps it is because of loosing most of his pack. Perhaps it is his loneliness. Or, perhaps, it is because it is because of some alterior motive. One thing is certain, and that is he is not kidding about wanting to induct this random hollow into his pack.

Ryu smirks and sets him down. "A slave? By no means will you be a slave. Not in the sense that you will be relegated to menial tasks and the like. However, I do expect my commands be obeyed. In return, I will preserve your life and you will be under my protection." He reaches into his jacket and withdraws a spirit caller. Tossing the stone into Kensai's hands, he says, "Use this to call for me if you are in trouble. One word of warning, I am harder on those who break the laws of Hueco Mundo under my command than I am on those who I do not know." A smirk is on his face. Ryu does not normally get to be like this, but being without his Reimi cuts an edge on him. That and he knows that if he lets up even just a little bit with other hollows, they will take that as a weakness and pounce on it. "You are aggressive and dangerous. Therefore, you can be my brute. How does that sound?"