Post by Guerrero Manipuladora on Sept 26, 2021 3:39:04 GMT -5
Guerrero had never been to this realm that they referred to as Las Noches. They say it is a place where the sun shines, and Hollows are seldom welcome. For here, this was the land of the Arrancar, the "better", and yet, she had come here because there was a deep and burning question that the snake had. "Can I become human?..." She asked, and yet, found no response that pleased her. She saw them, the masked ones, the ones with their grotesque masked faces in the distance.
She saw the ones that had elongated fingers, and sharp like claws. She saw the ones that had deformed and brutish forms, and with it, as she lingered, she looked on with a small bit of despair as she rest along the sand. "Is this all there is?" The dragon asks, folding her wings inwards on herself, looking much like a large grey or black stone in the middle of the desert sands. Was this it?...
The Adjuchas lingers in thought before utilizing the Ulcera. Entering the dark void, she steps into the void, gazing overhead. "...Wiggle wiggle wiggle. Just live a little. Wiggle wiggle wiggle." She says to herself, her tail lightly flinging across the sand. Her eyes look across the vastness, and with it, she felt warm in these sands. She closed her eyes, laying within the sand, looking like a simple stone. The sand brushes across her person, and with it, she feels a marginal comfort.
Her eyes turn glassy as she looks ahead, and with it, something snaps. Snaps as her voice of despair fills the air. A Hollow's cry as tears rapidly spill from her person. She momentarily seems to lose her senses in this despair, this emptiness that could never be filled. The thrashing of her body as flashes fill her mind. Flashes. Flashes. Flashes...She pauses as she begins to smash her body and mask about the area, and with it, her claws slap down into the sand, her crimson red Cero shooting across the landscape as she goes utterly mad with grief.
Then...she plops onto her side, laying in sand and fragments of broken glass as this soul lays remnant. "What is there to live for? Why am I this?..."
She saw the ones that had elongated fingers, and sharp like claws. She saw the ones that had deformed and brutish forms, and with it, as she lingered, she looked on with a small bit of despair as she rest along the sand. "Is this all there is?" The dragon asks, folding her wings inwards on herself, looking much like a large grey or black stone in the middle of the desert sands. Was this it?...
The Adjuchas lingers in thought before utilizing the Ulcera. Entering the dark void, she steps into the void, gazing overhead. "...Wiggle wiggle wiggle. Just live a little. Wiggle wiggle wiggle." She says to herself, her tail lightly flinging across the sand. Her eyes look across the vastness, and with it, she felt warm in these sands. She closed her eyes, laying within the sand, looking like a simple stone. The sand brushes across her person, and with it, she feels a marginal comfort.
Her eyes turn glassy as she looks ahead, and with it, something snaps. Snaps as her voice of despair fills the air. A Hollow's cry as tears rapidly spill from her person. She momentarily seems to lose her senses in this despair, this emptiness that could never be filled. The thrashing of her body as flashes fill her mind. Flashes. Flashes. Flashes...She pauses as she begins to smash her body and mask about the area, and with it, her claws slap down into the sand, her crimson red Cero shooting across the landscape as she goes utterly mad with grief.
Then...she plops onto her side, laying in sand and fragments of broken glass as this soul lays remnant. "What is there to live for? Why am I this?..."