03-20-2018, 07:57 PM
Who knew how much time had slipped by as he followed the ground's disturbance. The sun had nearly fallen, its light just barely peeking over the horizon. The temperature dropped, the searing heat of the sun ebbing away to a cool dark embrace. The stars shone above him and the full moon's light soothed his fragile flesh. This was his first night in this new world and already he could feel his urges bubbling like a vat of boiling ink within his core. What was in the ground? Where was it going? If he were to catch it, what would it do? What would Serraph do?
His left, bloodstained hand grasped at the pommel of his Zanpakuto, rotating the blade within its harness. No longer were his eyes of grey the same, but something a lighter hue. A dim silver light would emanate from his eyes, his grin stretching wide over his face. At this point the trail was becoming hard to discern from the rest of the dunes, but the trail of wet ground soon replaced it. There was no doubt in the Arrancar's mind that this soaked sand would lead him to the victim that created it.
His hand would fall from pommel of his blade to grasp at the scabbard, keeping it from bumping against his thigh. Surely they were close. Carrefore wasn't even visible on the horizon at this point in time, surely whoever had taken this person would stop for a breather or two or perhaps admire its prize.
The Arrancar boy's frame would crouch down, his hands digging into the lukewarm sand as the dune ahead of him began to rise. He'd climb slowly and carefully, the fine sand bending around his digits. He'd peek just barely over the dune's summit, the silver light of his eyes glancing on the small valley below.
What lay below was familiar monstrosity. The long, slender, snakelike being donned a horrific, jagged white mask with slender eye slits and piercing golden light shining beneath them. His rows of long, serrated teeth stabbed out of the hardened mask material with dark blood dripping from their blades, and ripped pieces of flesh and bone hanging from its edges. His arms were rather large and muscular, with the lifeless body of a woman crushed against his chest. The most discernible feature of this creature was the six inch wide hole in his chest. It was a Hollow not unlike Serraph.
The woman may have been once beautiful, but that and more had been taken from her. Her torso bent back unsightly over the brute's arm, her mangled arms dangling in the slight breeze. Serraph's eyes trailed over to her face, or rather to the lack of her face. Her skull and cheekbones were gashed and cracked and the jaw was simply nowhere to be found. Her once blonde hair had been stained by her own blood as it slowly streamed from her empty eye sockets.
He'd dip back down from the edge of the Dune, his gloved hand clenching at his chest. His heart raced, pumping his inky life-force faster through his thin veins. In the moonlight he could see the black trails form upon his skin. He found the victim and the creature who had taken her. The revelation that this beast held something similar to him developed even more questions. The boy shifted, his body relaxing against the soft sand around him. His hand would reach for the hilt of his blade.
"T-this is just too much.", The Arrancar would sigh, his loose grip slowly pulling his rapier from its resting place, the moonlight illuminating its matte white blade. He'd climb upon the dune above the creature, his arm bringing his weapon to bear, pointing its tip at the the beast below. The former Espada would move to loosen the tie around his neck, pulling it free from his shirt and tossing it over the snake-like Hollow, demanding its attention. Its head would turn, its eyes glazed in a blood drunk stupor.
"Hallelujah! Those like us relish the night. I am sure you'll understand."
His left, bloodstained hand grasped at the pommel of his Zanpakuto, rotating the blade within its harness. No longer were his eyes of grey the same, but something a lighter hue. A dim silver light would emanate from his eyes, his grin stretching wide over his face. At this point the trail was becoming hard to discern from the rest of the dunes, but the trail of wet ground soon replaced it. There was no doubt in the Arrancar's mind that this soaked sand would lead him to the victim that created it.
His hand would fall from pommel of his blade to grasp at the scabbard, keeping it from bumping against his thigh. Surely they were close. Carrefore wasn't even visible on the horizon at this point in time, surely whoever had taken this person would stop for a breather or two or perhaps admire its prize.
The Arrancar boy's frame would crouch down, his hands digging into the lukewarm sand as the dune ahead of him began to rise. He'd climb slowly and carefully, the fine sand bending around his digits. He'd peek just barely over the dune's summit, the silver light of his eyes glancing on the small valley below.
What lay below was familiar monstrosity. The long, slender, snakelike being donned a horrific, jagged white mask with slender eye slits and piercing golden light shining beneath them. His rows of long, serrated teeth stabbed out of the hardened mask material with dark blood dripping from their blades, and ripped pieces of flesh and bone hanging from its edges. His arms were rather large and muscular, with the lifeless body of a woman crushed against his chest. The most discernible feature of this creature was the six inch wide hole in his chest. It was a Hollow not unlike Serraph.
The woman may have been once beautiful, but that and more had been taken from her. Her torso bent back unsightly over the brute's arm, her mangled arms dangling in the slight breeze. Serraph's eyes trailed over to her face, or rather to the lack of her face. Her skull and cheekbones were gashed and cracked and the jaw was simply nowhere to be found. Her once blonde hair had been stained by her own blood as it slowly streamed from her empty eye sockets.
He'd dip back down from the edge of the Dune, his gloved hand clenching at his chest. His heart raced, pumping his inky life-force faster through his thin veins. In the moonlight he could see the black trails form upon his skin. He found the victim and the creature who had taken her. The revelation that this beast held something similar to him developed even more questions. The boy shifted, his body relaxing against the soft sand around him. His hand would reach for the hilt of his blade.
"T-this is just too much.", The Arrancar would sigh, his loose grip slowly pulling his rapier from its resting place, the moonlight illuminating its matte white blade. He'd climb upon the dune above the creature, his arm bringing his weapon to bear, pointing its tip at the the beast below. The former Espada would move to loosen the tie around his neck, pulling it free from his shirt and tossing it over the snake-like Hollow, demanding its attention. Its head would turn, its eyes glazed in a blood drunk stupor.
"Hallelujah! Those like us relish the night. I am sure you'll understand."
"Mine eyes hath seen the glory of the presence of my Lord. He is sifting through the treasures in which his Gates of Wrath does store. He lets loose the righteous vengeance of his terrible swift swords. Gilgemesh has returned!"