Soft footsteps swept against the underbrush, the moon peeking from between the many branches whom attempted to swallow the stars' light, a calm mist settling over to evidence wet weather during the cooling times. Amongst the darkened wilds was Calypso, the young demon ensuring as to not to make a sound as she traveled the haunting shadows. A backpack gently rubbed against her back, as she looked packed and prepared. Really, it was mostly candy and chocolate stored in her backpack, but she also had a heap of medical supplies. She was fully aware that what she was going to do was dangerous, and wanted to be prepared in the event things went wrong.
The youngling placed the backpack down, rifling through it, biting down on a stick of chocolate she pulled out and ripped open, and grasping a med kit. A brief checking of her supplies, she formed a pocket on her mock jacket, putting some dead branches and leaves on her bag as to hide it, and proceeded to look. She was rather tense, though not of her own safety. Nay nay, Calypso was scared that what she would do would fail. Despite this, she continued weaving through the darkness, spawning a handful of golden glowing butterflies, the flap of their wings ever so entrancing.
"Ugh, how hard are these thing to find..?"
She would imagine a hulking beast would be easy to spot after an hour of searching, but the woods seemed quite dry on them. She came to these woods because of the sights of-.
A low growl emitted behind her, causing the girl to slowly turn around, a white face appearing in the pale glow of the night.
She had come specifically to Karakura Forest on two key details. One, there were a good amount of Hollows lurking within, and thus would work with her plan. Two, if things went awry, there was a better chance of a Shinigami appearing, versus her going to any random place. Was rather manipulative to bank on such a chance for a situation she purposefully put herself into, but that was a chance she had to swallow.
She stared at the beast, it looking vaguely like if it had eaten five bears, two badgers, and all the hatred in the world. Calypso wasn't afraid of it, no no, she was afraid of what it could do. Though she moved slowly, turning full face, staring it down. It growled loudly, incisors bared.
"Okay.. Okay.." More butterflies peeled off her body, a good swarm forming around the girl, "Listen... Okay? I know... You're not in a good set of mind... I know you're... Kinda like an animal right now- YIKES!" It swiped at her, which only compelled her to send the swarm around it, the creature snapping at the insects as she had jumped back, and took several more steps back.
"Just listen! I know there's a person.. Somewhere in there, right? You're a person! There's somebody in there..!" Calypso's mind was cringing quite a bit as she saw that the creature wasn't even looking at her at this point. Why wasn't it working? This kind of thing worked in movies, right? Well, then again, not the most realistic source...
Birds flew as she shouted, the butterflies fading as the Hollow looked at her, head lifted to it's height. Calypso was shaking.
"Don't you want me to help you?-"
Shrieking. That's what came out of her mouth as the beast suddenly lurched forward, jaw flashing open, and next she knew she was on the ground, pain flaring in her shoulder. The creature had her pinned, but rather than chowing down on this fresh morsel, her flesh grasped it's teeth like it's life depended on it, which it indeed did, preventing it from creating a larger wound. Fight or Flight took over, tendrils forming from her body, wrapping around the creature and attempting to pull it off, though failing rather brutally. It bit harder, the sensation of acid burning her flesh, millions of voices screaming in her mind.
She still held some rationality, and did the smartest thing any could in this type of situation; Call for help.
"HELP! HELP! IT BURNS!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, blue, iron-scented liquid painting the hollow's fangs, along with her shoulder and neck. Golden tears poured from her eyes, from the pain. The literal pain, and the pain of failure.