Nights of Hollow Hunger [Open]

Thu Dec 14, 2017 12:48 am

Boria Lee was nothing if not a creature of habit. The world of men held many things for her, but sustenance? That was easiest acquired here, in the Forest of Menos, where she'd captured and killed the vast majority of her meals for centuries. There were those who feared to hunt here, who dreaded the masses of mindless Gillian, but the Wolf of Glass was not one of them, having preyed on man and Hollow alike for half a millennium. There was a secret to her success; while she did not fear her prey, Boria never failed to respect it. Even a Gillain with no mask markings to indicate its sentience had the instincts of a Hollow, and Hollows were predators, not prey.

Shards of twisting, fragmented glass hung around the humanoid Hollow's form like a cloak of shimmering blue as she glided soundlessly through the bone-white trees of the forest, her Spiritual Pressure tamped down as she scouted with her eyes, her ears, and her nose, her mind interpreting the traces of Reiatsu as scents, sounds, and wisps of discolored air. The power of wandering herds of cannibalistic Menos in tense stalemate with each other ebbed and flowed against the edge of her senses, but she was tracking one in particular. Having regained its intelligence, it had broken away from many other Menos, probably in order to plan its consumption of as many as possible.

Its mind made it a more dangerous quarry, but its decisions made it far more vulnerable than the normal clusters of Menos in the forest. Masked from spiritual detection and proceeding carefully, Boria continued to stalk this prey, following spiritual footprints and traces of its reiatsu left in the air. The sound of another reiatsu, not a normal Gillian but neither her quarry, touched the barest edges of her hearing, and she slammed to a halt at the end of her next jump, Kristallnacht shards digging into the tree and wrapping around her left shoulder, anchoring her to the wood. She looked around, seeking the source of the disturbance.

"Well, come out, whoever you are. You're ruining my hunt. Don't worry. I don't bite."

"Often."

Thu Dec 14, 2017 2:50 pm

“Bite? Does the bite of an ant amount to more than the bite of an ant? “

The words that greeted such a statement were akin to the rumble of a prehistoric beast awaking from its slumber. The low resonance akin to thunder with it’s dry rumble which shook the earth. These words held no ounce of respect for the being that had found it out, lurking in the shadows of menos forest. However, for the being infront of them, their day was going to get infinitely worse than it’s baseline. Because as the silence pervaded everything, and stretched out to span seconds which might feel like hours only then did another string of slow, and deep words span the silence.

”Don’t underestimate yourself, worm.”

Then came the pressure that bore down upon the poor girl that stood before him. Even without seeing who was speaking Boria Lee would feel like a mountain smashed down upon her. As if time and the fabric of dimensions were on the tipping point of collapsing as the final vestiges of the word “worm” faded into silence once more. The being behind those words had yet to make themselves visible, and in itself this was a sign of arrogance. As before a being like Boria, why should he bother to show himself? They who had intruded upon his place of rest.

Would a king meet a lowly serf? Toiling out their days by the wayside on the dregs of society? No, dont be silly the very concept would be absurd to the point that it would be almost blasphemous to all who worshiped the king. Thus as the silence once more grew long that voice came from the shadows once more, echoing all around as its contempt was made apparent for the being before him.

”Be grateful, you are capable of basking in the glory of your rightful ruler.”

After those words echoed he finally “deigned” to show his presence.

He who was eternal, and had spanned eons with his name cast across every corner of this forsaken sandfilled place. He whose name would cause hollows to tremble in fear, and reverence. Those who knew him did not know he still lived, but even now after he was thought to have been dead for 400 years, his name still was spoken with hushed whispers, as if fearing that by saying his name, he would return.

Well, he had returned. And thus as the old man whose crown gleamed in the dull light stepped out before boria, his one good eye gazing down upon her, the weight of eons pressuring her with its indifferent dominance, the very aura of this mighty being demanding subservience, and reverence. Yes, this was the godking of hueco mundo. This, was Barragan Louisenbairn.

Thu Dec 14, 2017 3:32 pm

The pressure against Boria's instincts and senses mounted with each word. Call it pride, stubbornness, or foolishness, but she shoved her instinct to the side for the moment. The tinny voice in the shadows of her mind screaming "Predator!" went unheeded. This was Hueco Mundo. To show weakness was to court death, and Boria Lee had no intention of dying this day. Fragments of glass slipped easily from the tree, dropping the Wolf of Glass to the ground as wreathing her in an ever-shifting cloak of multi-hued blue. This voice would not show itself? Boria would stand her ground against it until it did, and by her defiance prove that she was no worm like it claimed.

Then the Arrancar showed itself, and, to her immense surprise, Boria recognized him. Not personally, no, but she was ancient in her own right and all who lived through the Winter War knew of Las Noches, of Aizen Sosuke and how he would steal away the strongest Hollows, twist them into the broken-not-Shinigami Arrancar, and enslave them. And all knew the name of the mightiest of these slave-soldiers, the Espada. Here was the man with a crown of bone over a ruined eye, the self-proclaimed king of Hueco Mundo, one who had traded his freedom for strength like so many others.

Here was the Segunda Espada, Barragan Louisenbarn.

This proved to be an immense surprise, as Barragan had been among one of the most notable casualties of Aizen's doomed chess game.

Boriah looked at Barragan with a confused mix of emotions. Strength was to be respected,
but at the same time, the one who had once been the King of Hueco Mundo had bent the knee to another, abandoned his people for a quest for glory. When Boria finally did speak, it was with the betrayal and hurt that were foremost in her mind tinging her voice. "And who are you to call anyone 'worm' when, for all your inexorable power, you were crushed under the heel of a Shinigami in his failed attempt at overthrowing the Soul Society? Joining Sosuke Aizen was a mistake, one that cost our mightiest Kings and Champions their lives."

"Who are you to be king, who abandoned his people for four centuries? I refuse to be cowed by an Arrancar who feels the need to peacock to a mere Adjuchas. So, would you like to speak civilly or shall we part ways here?"

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