Post by Valentin Acciai on Dec 29, 2018 16:40:56 GMT -5
It was unchangeable this land of Hueco Mundo, realm of white sands and darkest of nights. Once more like always the lone lightgiver in this barren realm the great pale moon touched the world in its entirety, even the Menos Forest had pockets of light penetrating deep within past the sands. Some theorized it was the trees themselves that with their crystalline structure absorbed the surface light and shared it with the depths but the trees themselves never produced any glimmer nor sheen but none the less the moon somehow made its way there. Hueco Mundo didn’t always make all that much sense but this wasn’t earth so it didn’t need to as hollows were grateful all the same not to be trapped in eternal darkness.
Hollow, that most base of creatures prone to sin and mindless slaughter, beings borne of suffering and wasted lives in the afterlife many went mad. Some might just forget everything about who they were, many simply regressed into the base animals that the other races knew them as, savages to be slain on sight for the safety of all. With so much stacked against them it would seem impossible for there to be civilization in this gentle looking yet very real hellscape but despite that there were those who persevered. Stronger souls, some blessed with a speck of good that had never managed to leave them. Most were cowards scared to die a second time, some others longed for more meaningful lives than that of endless slaughter and there were even a few special souls, ringleaders in this abstraction in the world who sought to unite hollow kind and civilize it.
So it came to be that if one looked hard enough and long enough one would come to find sights quite strange, enclaves hidden deep in rock and sand where the powerful yet savage couldn’t find them. It could hardly be called a town but it did have structures of stone dug out of the very mountain they hid within, covered with mazes and dead ends only navigable if one was of sane mind enough to read. At first glance one might think of a dwarven hold of tolkien fantasy but the doorways were made for giants and it’s craftsmanship was abysmal, scratched into shape with tooth and claw. This was among the highest levels a hollow civilization could reach, not even populated to three digits they had but the simple law of anyone who made themselves troublesome being quickly added to the menu, ganged up on and consumed.
It might sound savage but such was the hollow condition and it helped those who lived within this place handle the ever constant hunger whenever hunting went poorly. So, why was Valentin here in this place of cowards, philosophers and hopeless dreamers? a simple thing, where there was civilization there was trade and having been here before he had earned a degree of trust from the inhabitants of this conclave however small. At the very moment he stood before a being quadruple his size which was easy enough to achieve since Valentin was of human size and frame. Evolved to copy what he wanted to be like the most he even had pink hair on his head and eyes of purple rather than yellow although he kept his notable spiked tail and his body was covered by white chitinous plates like knightly armour which beneath lurked purple flesh.
As for the hollow before him it was a behemoth of muscle with a mostly naked body and a brown furred back, arms like tree trunks and red skin like thick leather. Amusingly enough it’s mask was rather adorable, perfectly round with three simple holes. Truthfully Valentin’s own masked would have looked to fit better on the hollow as his face was that of a japanese oni despite being an Italian. ’’North… ward… between.. two mountains… hole, deep hole.’’ it slowly spoke with a voice that rumbled the earth beneath it with it’s depth, it found gathering the right words difficult but seemed to care a lot about talking. Despite it’s tone being so dark the hollow seemed to be happy over the opportunity to use it’s vocal cords and think to solve a problem.
’’And do you know how many were there big guy?’’ Valentin asked ’’If not, were any of them particularly… hmn... scary?’’ the Adjuchas doubted the lumbering hollow to understand complex concepts like reiatsu sensory or stages of evolution so he had tried to keep the conversation at a level understandable to even young children and with the giant giving his words some thought, one of his oversized fists holding his balance on the ground as the other scratched at the bottom of his tiny mask he replied ’’many weak… weaker than… self.’’ he halted a little longer while struggling with a concept ’’like you, one… feel scared, ran here. But you… very nice, talks to us.’’ valentin was sure that if the hollow was able to smile it would have, it was always nice to meet a hollow which despite having such low intelligence still managed to be so pleasant if slow.
His tail shifted behind him in a soft, pleased manner after Valentin had heard the creature’s praise ’’Course i’ll talk to you big guy, you’re such a delightful fellow!’’ he said, giving the hollow a light fistbump against the tree trunk like arm, only to receive one in turn that sent him staggering and almost falling over as he regained his stature. ’’Now don’t you worry none, i’ll make sure the scary one goes away. You’ll be able to go hunting all you want to keep your brothers fed~’’ his words seemed to please it as it shifted from knuckle to knuckle, the brothers spoken of weren’t the hollows real brothers judging from what he’d been told but rather other individuals living here who while smarter than the kind brute were nowhere near as capable at fighting. Most likely they were for the most part just using him for safe meals but Valentin was a little jealous of the brute, dense at it was it was undoubtedly one of the happiest hollows in the world to trust others so fully.
Hollow, that most base of creatures prone to sin and mindless slaughter, beings borne of suffering and wasted lives in the afterlife many went mad. Some might just forget everything about who they were, many simply regressed into the base animals that the other races knew them as, savages to be slain on sight for the safety of all. With so much stacked against them it would seem impossible for there to be civilization in this gentle looking yet very real hellscape but despite that there were those who persevered. Stronger souls, some blessed with a speck of good that had never managed to leave them. Most were cowards scared to die a second time, some others longed for more meaningful lives than that of endless slaughter and there were even a few special souls, ringleaders in this abstraction in the world who sought to unite hollow kind and civilize it.
So it came to be that if one looked hard enough and long enough one would come to find sights quite strange, enclaves hidden deep in rock and sand where the powerful yet savage couldn’t find them. It could hardly be called a town but it did have structures of stone dug out of the very mountain they hid within, covered with mazes and dead ends only navigable if one was of sane mind enough to read. At first glance one might think of a dwarven hold of tolkien fantasy but the doorways were made for giants and it’s craftsmanship was abysmal, scratched into shape with tooth and claw. This was among the highest levels a hollow civilization could reach, not even populated to three digits they had but the simple law of anyone who made themselves troublesome being quickly added to the menu, ganged up on and consumed.
It might sound savage but such was the hollow condition and it helped those who lived within this place handle the ever constant hunger whenever hunting went poorly. So, why was Valentin here in this place of cowards, philosophers and hopeless dreamers? a simple thing, where there was civilization there was trade and having been here before he had earned a degree of trust from the inhabitants of this conclave however small. At the very moment he stood before a being quadruple his size which was easy enough to achieve since Valentin was of human size and frame. Evolved to copy what he wanted to be like the most he even had pink hair on his head and eyes of purple rather than yellow although he kept his notable spiked tail and his body was covered by white chitinous plates like knightly armour which beneath lurked purple flesh.
As for the hollow before him it was a behemoth of muscle with a mostly naked body and a brown furred back, arms like tree trunks and red skin like thick leather. Amusingly enough it’s mask was rather adorable, perfectly round with three simple holes. Truthfully Valentin’s own masked would have looked to fit better on the hollow as his face was that of a japanese oni despite being an Italian. ’’North… ward… between.. two mountains… hole, deep hole.’’ it slowly spoke with a voice that rumbled the earth beneath it with it’s depth, it found gathering the right words difficult but seemed to care a lot about talking. Despite it’s tone being so dark the hollow seemed to be happy over the opportunity to use it’s vocal cords and think to solve a problem.
’’And do you know how many were there big guy?’’ Valentin asked ’’If not, were any of them particularly… hmn... scary?’’ the Adjuchas doubted the lumbering hollow to understand complex concepts like reiatsu sensory or stages of evolution so he had tried to keep the conversation at a level understandable to even young children and with the giant giving his words some thought, one of his oversized fists holding his balance on the ground as the other scratched at the bottom of his tiny mask he replied ’’many weak… weaker than… self.’’ he halted a little longer while struggling with a concept ’’like you, one… feel scared, ran here. But you… very nice, talks to us.’’ valentin was sure that if the hollow was able to smile it would have, it was always nice to meet a hollow which despite having such low intelligence still managed to be so pleasant if slow.
His tail shifted behind him in a soft, pleased manner after Valentin had heard the creature’s praise ’’Course i’ll talk to you big guy, you’re such a delightful fellow!’’ he said, giving the hollow a light fistbump against the tree trunk like arm, only to receive one in turn that sent him staggering and almost falling over as he regained his stature. ’’Now don’t you worry none, i’ll make sure the scary one goes away. You’ll be able to go hunting all you want to keep your brothers fed~’’ his words seemed to please it as it shifted from knuckle to knuckle, the brothers spoken of weren’t the hollows real brothers judging from what he’d been told but rather other individuals living here who while smarter than the kind brute were nowhere near as capable at fighting. Most likely they were for the most part just using him for safe meals but Valentin was a little jealous of the brute, dense at it was it was undoubtedly one of the happiest hollows in the world to trust others so fully.