Sinking in the Sands

With the way he talked, she could understand he truly meant what he said. It was difficult to be angry at him, even if she tried. Frankly, she tried her best to dissect his words as best she could, trying to find even the slightest thing she could grab onto and run with in an attempt to belittle him. Among the things he had said, the word choice he had used to describe how he would have acted infuriated her. It was clear on her eyes and on her face, and she was about to lash out against him, even within the heat of battle. The unexpected compliment however would stop her on her tracks rather quickly. With a near blank expression, all she could do was shut up and listen as a light blush swept across her cheeks. Compliments were, in all honesty, rather rare for her. Her behavior didn’t really allow for most to enjoy her presence. And beyond that, what little compliments she received were more due to how adorable some thought her to be rather than an actual physical appealing state.

The notion of his niceness had actually dazed her momentarily. They needed to find a way to circumvent the Hollow and get past him and out the exit of the cave. Before she had time to truly registered, she was held by Ladon once again, and carried out. Either due to the previous shock or the speed, she wasn’t truly able to hear everything he said. It simply seemed like he was apologetic in a nice way, and something about holding her. In essence, she could only gather he was being nice yet again. As the two had made it out of the cave, once more, the tossed movements had caused one of his fingers to slide into her once more. This time around, though the movement elicited a whispered and whimpering light moan that lasted a brief second, she would do or say nothing to scold him. His niceness and the complement almost made it surreal to attempt it. Not only would she have felt bad but it didn’t truly seemed as thought he had planned for it. Not that the notion would have stopped her from hitting him once again, but this time, it had.

”Use your best abilities. This time's for real.”

Her voice seemed a stark contrast to the tone she had used earlier. It was more calm and collected, almost as if she knew the severity of the situation they were in. Still inside the cave, the Hollow had not made an effort to follow just yet. Instead, his reflection from inside seemed to graze the ice, almost as if checking it. Once he had enough, a thrust into it would see his clawed paw through the ice, before the might of his own energy shattered. All around them, in the forest, Lilynette could feel the spiritual energy of countless hungry Hollows. Despite their presence, none dared jump into the fight and attack her or the Shinigami. Anyone that was foolish enough to get in between the werewolf Hollow and his meal would have sealed their life away.

And so, taking short steps out, the Hollow walked out. As soon as his skin was shun on by the moonlight, he began growing from the approximate seven feet tall it originally stood, to just over 10 feet tall.


His fangs grew bigger, his claws grew bigger. It even looked as though its fur had gotten thickers, as if suddenly it had become tougher to cut or pierce. One could only assume that all of his stats had been boosted some, perhaps due to the mythological connection they possessed to the full moon present on the night sky. On top of that, a surge of spiritual energy made it obvious that the werewolf was many times stronger than before. Almost out of reflex, the curved sword Lilinette held would transform into a single but peculiar black and silver pistol. She was ready to fight, to defend Ladon and herself. She wouldn’t die just yet. She needed to live to see another day.