Sand and the Scorpion (Escorpion, Sabriel)

You ever make those mistakes which take you so far into the deep end you're left just standing there, listless? Where the slightest breeze would knock you on your ass? Where you just know you'll have to pay every single dollar of your mistake? Its the same one where you just look at your wrecked care, or all the product scattered and bashed on the ground.

For Escorpion, dubbed such for his uncanny resemblance to the Scorpions of his homeland from where he was birthed as a hollow, that took the form of his body shaking intensely, buried under hundreds of pounds of sand.

One might, for obvious reasons, wonder why some no name, vaguely intelligent, underdeveloped, worthless coward of a hollow would EVER even be within Hueco Mundo, let alone high enough up that he was literally within the sands of the desert...?

Such is the cause for such a cowardly hollow; It started with Escorpion forced out of a hunting ground due to his fellow hollows. Escape was impossible due to the higher evolved Hollow truly trying to devour him, so he left through a Garganta. A tried and true tactic if ever there was one! But, of course, once you enter the Forest of Menos as a small hollow, there are others who usually try to eat you, including the Menos themselves!

This was hardly a new problem for Escorpion, when desperation forced him to leave behind whatever situation was dangerous enough he felt the need to run into an almost as dangerous place. Of course, his usual solution was to hide until he gained the strength to create another Garganta, the Forest of Menos was not a safe heaven for any stretch of the imagination. This time, however, he was almost immediately set upon by hollows, so he did something definitely foolish.

He ran up one of the many trees and burrowed into the sands that made up the roof of the Forest of Menos.

Here he hide for hours now, as those Hollows below stalked for him, while the Adjuchas above fought and died and he fearfully cowered.

Yet now, he feared far more than before; for a presence that was far above and away from the Adjuchas he hid from.

Escorpion didn't know what it was, but he tightened in on himself, forcing his power to hide him more and more as he wrapped himself in his instinctual stealth technique. He cowered in the cool sands, buried deep as he could guess was equal distance from the forest and the surface. He feared whatever horrible, disgusting, monstrous hollow he felt now approaching.

Most of all; Escorpion prayed he never put his eye on the thing which was so far above him!

You ever hear about how someone dies of a broken heart? Its when hormones caused during an especially stressful or sorrowful moment cause irregularities in your heart which cause heart attack and failure. It is a tragic thing, and truly something which is caused only when someone's love is met with the sadness of hearing they died.

Or in Escorpion's case - His heart literally beat out of his chest!

In his ears he heard the siren song, the melodic beauty that could not compare to any he heard before his death nor after. "Dios mío. Dios mío. Dios mío. Dios mío." Not since before he became a hollow and not after. It was something which swept the scorpion hollow off his feet, and guided him, tore him, towards the music.

"Dios mío. Dios mío. Dios mío. Dios mío."

But that was the problem! Do you know how much stress was rushing to his heart and head from feeling this amount of love?!?! Metaphorical heart, obviously, he didn't have one. All hollow's masks were formed from their own hearts, so he neither had, nor could he have a physical heart.

Nevertheless, the fear of his body could not overcome the charming song within his soul. "Dios mío. Dios mío. Dios mío. Dios mío." This it was the tips of his mask first emerged into the sunless overworld of Heuco Mundo, before his eyes, and then his jawline. His skull face mask sat there gazing lovingly at the HumanHollowHumlow woman before him, head waving to the notes of the siren song.

Of course, his eyes and almost every pour of his body was tense enough from fear it almost smelled of it.

"Dios mío." The Skeletal face muttered "Jour song was da' water to my fearfilled fire!" The voice was one of longing. Longing fear, horror, and love in a terrible unpleasant mixture. "Dios mío, Might Iah 'ave jour name mah sweet Señorita?" A pincer rose from the sand and extended towards the woman in a distant, loving caress of the air.