Post by Santa Ajora on Apr 5, 2019 21:15:55 GMT -5
Santa didn't pay much attention to the body as she picked it up off the ground. Her message.... She tore open a garganta, opening up space as she dradgged him through it. Into the void that was the valley of screams as that white slime covered the man she had just crippled. truth be told, she didn't usually give her mouthparts tastebuds when she made them. So as disgusting and weird as Ranth tasted, once she did recognize the taste, she simply let the tastebuds slough off, losing contact with them as she had consumed him. And with that out of the way, they soon emerged into the Rukongai. And the instant that she did, her garden began to grow.
A tired sigh escaping her as she looked around. Looking at the walls of the gotei thirteen as her flesh surged up all around them. She tossed Ranth into a growing pile of viscera and paused....frowning when she noticed....that he had almost completely healed. And she did frown. "Oh no you don't." She growled softly. she made her way over to his body and then reared up. CRUNCH. She stomped down with both of her hooves, and promptly crushed both of his kneecaps, spikes of bone slicing into his legs, perforating them from his kneecaps down before she finally stepped back, eyeing her work.
She didn't have any personal vendetta. But if she returned ANOTHER shinigami back to soul society completely unharmed, then that would simply take away from her message. that they shoudld fear her. so petty as it may have been, she ensured that Ranth's legs were well and truly ruined. No doubt shinigami had good healthcare, but it was about the first impression of when they retrieved him. She had no intention of invoking anything but fury in the shinigami. she wanted them to hate her. To want to kill her. To relish the idea of meeting her in combat to have revenge. "Nothing personal, my dear bishonen." she informs Ranth before she turned.
She could already hear the alarms, and the shinigami would be there soon. Already numerous rukongai citizens were dead, impaled on the bone thorns in her garden. So frail they were... And with one last look at Soul Society's walls....she opened that garganta back up. Silently, she promised herself to come back. And that when she did, those walls would crumble before her. She had started with nothing the first time she had looked at those walls from far off in the rukongai. She had been just some deer hollow with a moderately sized pool of flesh growing around her. She had been able to do nothing but kidnap some nobody unseated shinigami and run off with her tali between her legs.
But so much had happened. She hadn't just gotten stronger. She had allies. A purpose. And now, she had a name. A reputation. And she promised to herself: Before this was over, she would have a legacy. One that the shinigami would never be allowed to forget. She turned and slipped into that garganta, her garden ceasing it's growth as she chuckled softly to herself. Feeling happy for once in such a long long time. The end of the road was in sight. It would all be over. She would finally get what she wanted, what she NEEDED. She was so close now. Even without a real tongue, the taste of her salvation was so very real.
"Don't fail me shinigami. Or you'll be the one to regret it."
1 Class 1 Shinigami RPC consumed
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