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Post by notdomino on Jun 20, 2023 4:24:34 GMT
These sands. At was if they took away everything, even time. As the arrancar walked, he was unsure just how long it had been. Since he had seen another soul... Since he had his last meal. It was likely those two were one and the same. With his small human-like frame, small reiatsu signature he generally attracted hollow, but Hueco Mundo was so vast, that there were dead patches that even small fry couldn't be found. This dead patch... there was something. He could see it... or maybe feel it. A vision pulling him forward with each step. The landscape was unfamiliar, and his eyes were almost glazed over in a fog of some sort. He'd never seen mountains, but here they were. Chalky white structures rising from the sands. Segador was on the hunt for a vision. Something to give him purpose, or perhaps someone. A fleeting memory would bring up the image of Barragan, but that image would be followed by the silhouette of Las Noches' current ruler. SCUM. The visions are what led him here, or was it the strong presence he was feeling? The closer he got, the more he snapped out of that strange daze he was in. He had been following this reiatsu signature for so long he'd forgotten it was his original purpose of going this far. It was here, somewhere. Who the hell was he looking for? The daze was coming back... What was he looking for? A purpose? He'd turn and freeze up. Ah... there it was. The very thing his visions had led him to, more accurately as a hollow his starved belly and pesquisa was simply forcing him to find the nearest presence to feast on. As his pesquisa was strong in locating but, not measurement of strength, he couldn't quite understand just what he'd discovered. Like a deer in headlights, he stared at one of the caves. "Come out, or is that you wish me to force you out?" Why was he asking? He meant to kill, so that he may eat this entity anyway.
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Post by Bixir on Jun 20, 2023 18:06:42 GMT
For a place known almost exclusively for its emptiness, Hueco Mundo was at the same time a place of many things. The simplicity of existing here, matched with the somber quiet that could be found nowhere else. Indeed, Hueco Mundo was perhaps the last place in the cosmos that one could be completely removed from the contemporary tumult. There were precious few in this realm of the haunted dead who understood this haunting contrast. You were either a beast, knowing only the cycle of feeding in the pale wilderness, or one of his, enveloped in mortal vanity upon that grisly mesa. As this thing shambled about, its quiet observer pondered to which it belonged. It drew from both pools, lost in itself. It was an altogether familiar pattern.
For several long breaths, the Hollow's provocation went unanswered. Then, there was gentle movement from within the cave's maw. A large, limber hand emerged, wrapping its ligaments around the lip of the earth. The hand had no flesh, made but of bone that glimmered under the moonlight of Hueco Mundo. Its arm was draped in a dusty sleeve that reached into something within the darkness. That something exhaled, mirthless and patient, before speaking with a solemn, feminine tone. "You smell of Las Noches. Few of those kind venture so far from the citadel."
The grip of the hand tightened, stiff. "You are come to find yourself... or lose yourself."
Though it was spoken like a statement, it sounded more like a question... or a challenge.
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Post by notdomino on Jul 6, 2023 2:07:15 GMT
Oh... The hollow would raise it's chin to observe the creature in front of it. "Oh?" The inner thought escaped his lips accidentally. He wasn't quite sure what to expect, but it wasn't this. He was a deer in hide lights, a sensation that would only last for a moment as he snapped back into reality. His stomach was getting the best of him, and he was challenging this person. Yes, that's exactly what was happening, but when did he start letting his hunger make the decisions? Had he stooped so low?
"I'm of the original Las Noches." He squinted at her. "Yes, the Las Noches before Barraggan lost his way. Though it's in the past now. I've come to find myself, rather than get lost. Or perhaps getting lost is just a part of the journey to find myself. " His aggression dispelled, as a simple sentence from LLorosa sent him spiralling. He was able to reel himself in... mainly out of curiosity. "And who are you?" Not that it mattered much... or did it?
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Post by Bixir on Aug 7, 2023 20:11:22 GMT
The original Las Noches... it was almost enough to make her laugh. The last thing anyone wanted to do was to make her laugh. He tread on dangerous territory indeed, even if it was out of ignorance. This little lamb was indeed lost. Answers could be given... or taken.
"I am an interested party. There is much and more beyond the walls of Las Noches that your "King" has forgotten."
She exhaled, her breath heavy, enough that Segador could feel it from where he stood. Whoever, whatever she was, she dwarfed Segador in size. "There are many ways to find oneself in the wasteland." The sound of bone grating against bone emanated from where one would assume her head was. "What remains wanting? Has the predator found himself as prey?"
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Post by notdomino on Mar 23, 2024 2:03:36 GMT
The deer king stood. Predator or prey? This was hueco mundo. For those who stood in the corridors of las noches, it was a given fact that the two words were interchangeable for their kind. The strong prevailed, and there wasn't much beyond that. His pesquisa couldn't decipher strength, but the way she talked implied true strength... -something to be either admired or tested.
"A wonderful question." He raised his hand, a teal flame emitting from his sharp black nails. "Though does the interested party come bearing gifts or sword?" He'd reappear above her, the thudding sound of sonido resonating with his fast-paced movement. Clasping his fingers together and pointing them toward Llorosa, he'd fire off his incercero- an incinerating cero amplified by his affinity for flame. What exactly was the point of asking her if he was going to initiate a fight? Not even he knew.
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