Post by Maria Ashwin on Jun 20, 2022 21:32:17 GMT -5
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Thread Title: A humming bird on the move
Participants: Marik Ashwin
World: Hueco Mundo
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: Somewhere in the Menos Forest.
Circumstances: Marik is simply hunting
Participants: Marik Ashwin
World: Hueco Mundo
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: Somewhere in the Menos Forest.
Circumstances: Marik is simply hunting
I spy with my little eye
(1)The smell of iron hung heavy in the air as cold breeze blew through the bowels of the Menos forest, the cry of Menos grande echoed through the darkness with great rapture and force every few seconds. The sound of shifting sand and heavy breathing lay just beyond one’s eyesight within this subterranean pit horror, hollows stalked these lands packs evidence of previous hunting lay within the many clearings of the Menos forest. Mutilated and Gnarled corpses dotted the land the sand stained a deep black where the bodies lay, this was the world hollows called home the realm Marik called home. Through his many years now of simply sleeping in burrows, he had made amongst the quartz trees he had learned to simply tune the noise out, It was easy to survive if you simply knew to keep your head down and be on your guard. Otherwise, a fool would fall and fall hard out there among the trees, and dunes above would swallow you whole and Marik wanted to be anything but another hollow on the path to success swallowed by his own hubris.
(2)The small hummingbird hollow would yawn as he nestled within the safety of his tree burrow, it had been 8 hours since he had last been active within the forest. The standard time for most to be able to afford one's self a replete amount of rest and relaxation, but Marik was something else entirely as he normally would call four thousand three hundred and eighty hours a full rest or the better part of a six month hibernation period. Now one might ask themselves how did our little bird find himself in this predicament well that's quite simple, hollows have an innate desire to consume souls and must devour them to sustain their own existence. To make up for his long stints of being dormant for half a year each year, he would go on what soul society has dictated as a "binge" eating spree. Gradually over time, simple human souls would no longer suffice to please the hollow anymore, and he would soon go on to target shinigami and then onto his own kin.
(3)He felt no remorse for those whom he had devoured, they were simply casualties of his will nothing less and nothing more. Along the way, he would begin growing stronger each kill amassing him more power and strength, and in search of more and with the desire to fill his stomach several times over he had plunged himself within the depths of Hueco Mundo. Each feeding frenzy brought him closer and closer to feeling full, unbeknownst to him his gorging on fellow souls didn't come without a cost he would become a Menos grande and for a time was lost amongst the maelstrom of souls. Content with his situation he would allow himself to fall under the sway of the other souls within the Gillian, that was until they began to fight for control the noise was deafening and shook his soul down to its poorly built foundation.
(4)He would spend the better part of a year simply shattering the souls within the Gillian, all in a desperate bid to reclaim the silence that they simply could not appreciate. When the souls within were under control he would begin the process of devouring and then extended periods of meditation, this was to ensure the souls within stayed shattered and could no longer recognize themselves. Doing this over and over would deprive him of a majority of his rest and relation time, as he needed to keep a consistent stream of souls flowing within to not be overtaken by his own hunger. Eventually, he would hit an evolutionary ceiling once more, going from that of a Gillian to that of a weak Ahuja taking the time to compress his size once more as his previous form served him extremely well. Now as an Ahuja he no longer needs to work toward shattering the souls within to stay in control, but his hunger has increased ten fold and now can only go a maximum of nine hours without food before his body threatens to regress setting off alarm bells causing him to go into a frenzy.
(5)To rectify this issue he sleeps no longer or shorter than eight hours, this way he has time to go hunt and a mind clear enough to allow him to strategize while he hunts. This was something he truly hated about evolving as a hollow and seeing as refusing to eat would damn him to an existence being part of a collective of tortured souls, this method seemed to meet his needs the best. This in itself would look detrimental to his growth and unecaccary on so many level's, seeing as hollows themselves didn't need to sleep driven to extremes by their desire to devour souls. Marik the slumbering birdie of Hueco Mundo had intimate relationship with sleep, and he would love to keep it that way as it's one of the few things he seemed to still be able to enjoy as a hollow. Those who didn't know of the glory of sleep didn't deserve rest and that was a golden fact in his book , and thus should be rewarded with the greatest gift he could possibly give a swift death and an eternal sleep.
(6)The chilling breeze would flow through the treeline carrying with it the scent of blood and conflict, Marik's eyes would slowly click open from his tree burrow hidey-hole. Waddling forward he would yawn once more now fully awake he would stretch his wings with several satisfying pops that would echo through the area, let's get the day started now then shall we', he would think to himself as he crouched spreading his wings as wide as possible. With a sudden burst of speed, he would begin flapping his wings with great undefined speed bobbing in the air side to side warming his muscles up as if stretching for his morning exercises. He would then focus his Riatsu into his wings and take off with astounding speed seemingly disappearing from the view of those not capable of perceiving him, flapping his wings in a figure-eight infinity symbol motion. Being propelled at top speed he would begin bobbing and weaving between the branches of the tree's making sure to get altitude, taking to the very top of the quartz tree's the crest of his crown of feathers lightly brushing against the Menos forest canopy.
(7)The smell of iron hung heavy in the air growing heavier with each passing moment, a smell he had grown very familiar with during his time of dwelling among these bone-pale trees. Every day it was the same, no matter the foe, how many there were, gender or race the hunt....the hunt remained the same and when it would come to its bloody crescendo he would slumber once more. Somewhere deep down within himself buried beneath the layers of slothfulness he enjoyed pelting himself in the slaughter, the violence distracted him from something just on the cusp of his memory shrouded in fog. 'ah getting close now' he would think to himself as a red light grew closer and brighter, this was soon followed by the shattering of many trees's confirming his suspicions.
(8) He would tuck his wings into his side diving for the forest floor, he would roll to his right and left activating his ulcer diving into a small rift within space and time exiting this reality for naught but a moment. As he vanished into the entrance he had caused the stray cero would carve through several more trees before crashing into something of unknown mass. The resulting blast would paint the Menos forest a deep crimson; as Marik re-entered this reality flapping his wings once more heading in the direction the cero came from. A new rumble was now presents in his belly 'whoever shot that cero will make a fine meal' he would think to himself as the sounds of hollow war cries grew louder in his ears.
(9) Upon coming to the clearing Marik was met with the sight of an all-out war, a feeding frenzy among hollows the likes of which he hadn't seen in some years. 'the last time a frenzy was this large some Ahujas were trying to force a marge to build a Menos army...' he would ponder to himself as he spread his wings , preparing to take off and join the fray. Calling forth his Riatsu channeling it along the edge of his wings creating a semi translucent blade shaped construct , the air around his wings seeming slightly distoredted to those without the proper sense ; and bright brilliant neon green. "i'll start with the outer ring" he would mummble to himself as he hopped off the tree , tucking his wings to hin side in an attempt to pick up speed.
(10) The wind would rush past his ear whistling like a blade through the air in his ear , his heart would begin beating rapidly as he picked up speed. 'the enemies are diffrent...the hunt will always be the same' he would think to himself as he began to apply a spin to his decent , his would would go dark for only a moment as he was fully enveloped in in darkness. The feeling of his beak piercing a hollows flesh was followed by the loss of sight , as he passed through the creatures grey matter he would flex his wing muscles as hard as he could and then extend his blades and begin spinning. His world of warmth and liquid was rended in half as he spun , the chilling cold air hueco mundo making the blood caoting his small form all the more noticable to himself. He wouldn't have time to contemplate his situation as soon as he emerged he would be met with the familar visage of another hollows maw , dripping with saliva and blood the smell of blood and decay wafting on the air as it's mouth closed around him with amazing speed.
(11) Marik unable to ulceir out the way in time would instead decide to dive further into his oponets maw retracting his riatsu blade three inches from his wings edge , he would alighn himself just beyond the first row of outer teeth that compromised the hollow mask. Once the creature had it's jaws closed around the dead hollow marik had just dispatched he would strike , flexing his riatsu once more he would extend his riatsu blade upward and swing down. A look of shock would be apparent within the hollows eyes as a seemingly invisble force erupted from the top of his mask and spread through his body like a sharp pain , "huh?..." where the last words to leave his mouth as he was sliced in half down the middle. Marik would sigh as the hollow's body parted falling to either side of him taking a moment to flutter his wings and shower the small section of the battlefield he occupied with a thin spraying of blood. The neon green fowl would then make his way to the edge of the clearing from his current location , weaving between people's legs and slicing through the ankles of those who legs became obsticals in his path greatly shifting the tide of this all ecompassing warzone.
(12) As he carved his way to the edge of the frenzy coating himself in more and more blood his mind would wander as he shfted the tide of many battles , by causing several hollows to simply lose thier ballance. The lose of one's ankles would casue them to topple under thier own body weight giving thier enemies the chance to strike decisve blows. 'the more that fall the more food i'll have at the end...i just need to tilt things in my favor' he would think to himself as he raised his wings in an 'X' shape as he came in contact with yet another hollows heel. Upon his contact with the hollows ankle he would spread his wings his riatsu blades carving through the flesh and bone of hollow before him , he would then dash foward breaking free of the feeding frenzy. 'staying in the middle of that would prove to be problematic , i'll have to stay back near the egde of the heard and thin their numbers' he would think to himself as he took to the air above the bloody carnage below.
(13) Flapping his wings once more he would shower the area in blood in an attempt to clean himself, 'what a damn bother I'll have to start getting serious or else I'll never get to sleep he thought to himself with a sigh as he darted off. Flying along the tree line he would begin eyeing the crowd, taking note of the strongest hollows within there were currently three of note within the mighty swarm of the crowd. One appeared to be a hulking goliath of a beast humanoid hollow with the lower half of a cow, the upper portion almost human esque with a minotaur-like skull mask dark black greasy hair draped over his face as charged through the crowd. Marik would be sure to take note as the creature speared several hollows with his horns, 'note to self avoid horns' he would think to himself his gaze shifting to another hollow.
(14) The next hollow would be a wriggling writhing creature with up to eight long seemingly boneless appendages, it used them with terrifyingly skilled efficacy each tendril tipped with a razor-sharp bone blade. The center of its being appeared to be heavily armored, many small entrances upon the outer shell for it glowing red eyes. 'i'll have to find a different way to deal with that one he would ponder as he took notice of it many tendrils crushing power and small lip at the bottom of the shell implying it may have a soft underbelly. "hmph what a fucking bother" he would groan as he circled back around the area, this time his eyes locking onto the last major hollow to stand out amongst the crowd. A bulking behemoth of bone and wing its claws like daggers, its teeth like swords, and the wings oh god the wings like that of a mighty sail ship.
(15) These three would be his highest priority targets, 'i'll need to first carve a path, I'll use my small size to my advantage they are all hulking giants in comparison which means they most likely won't see me approaching...i could feasibly take one out now....' he would shake the thought from his mind. Yes it was true he had naturally occurring high-caliber explosives he could use to feasibly take out a foe, but an explosion of that size would surely draw the attention of the other two leaving him without a way to effectively fight back should they decide to team up. First he would need to deal with the weakest of the heard , the bull itself had massive destructive power but he seemed to lack any speed or techniqe. Marik would continue circling the area as he watched the minotaur like hollow gore yet another hollow, he dropped low to the ground on all four's before charging clearing a path causing mass carnage. 'at that speed he cant react to attacks from the rear meaning..he has a blind spot' he would think to himself as he stopped flying hovering in spot waiting for the right moment to strike. "tonight i dine on bull"
To be continued....
(2)The small hummingbird hollow would yawn as he nestled within the safety of his tree burrow, it had been 8 hours since he had last been active within the forest. The standard time for most to be able to afford one's self a replete amount of rest and relaxation, but Marik was something else entirely as he normally would call four thousand three hundred and eighty hours a full rest or the better part of a six month hibernation period. Now one might ask themselves how did our little bird find himself in this predicament well that's quite simple, hollows have an innate desire to consume souls and must devour them to sustain their own existence. To make up for his long stints of being dormant for half a year each year, he would go on what soul society has dictated as a "binge" eating spree. Gradually over time, simple human souls would no longer suffice to please the hollow anymore, and he would soon go on to target shinigami and then onto his own kin.
(3)He felt no remorse for those whom he had devoured, they were simply casualties of his will nothing less and nothing more. Along the way, he would begin growing stronger each kill amassing him more power and strength, and in search of more and with the desire to fill his stomach several times over he had plunged himself within the depths of Hueco Mundo. Each feeding frenzy brought him closer and closer to feeling full, unbeknownst to him his gorging on fellow souls didn't come without a cost he would become a Menos grande and for a time was lost amongst the maelstrom of souls. Content with his situation he would allow himself to fall under the sway of the other souls within the Gillian, that was until they began to fight for control the noise was deafening and shook his soul down to its poorly built foundation.
(4)He would spend the better part of a year simply shattering the souls within the Gillian, all in a desperate bid to reclaim the silence that they simply could not appreciate. When the souls within were under control he would begin the process of devouring and then extended periods of meditation, this was to ensure the souls within stayed shattered and could no longer recognize themselves. Doing this over and over would deprive him of a majority of his rest and relation time, as he needed to keep a consistent stream of souls flowing within to not be overtaken by his own hunger. Eventually, he would hit an evolutionary ceiling once more, going from that of a Gillian to that of a weak Ahuja taking the time to compress his size once more as his previous form served him extremely well. Now as an Ahuja he no longer needs to work toward shattering the souls within to stay in control, but his hunger has increased ten fold and now can only go a maximum of nine hours without food before his body threatens to regress setting off alarm bells causing him to go into a frenzy.
(5)To rectify this issue he sleeps no longer or shorter than eight hours, this way he has time to go hunt and a mind clear enough to allow him to strategize while he hunts. This was something he truly hated about evolving as a hollow and seeing as refusing to eat would damn him to an existence being part of a collective of tortured souls, this method seemed to meet his needs the best. This in itself would look detrimental to his growth and unecaccary on so many level's, seeing as hollows themselves didn't need to sleep driven to extremes by their desire to devour souls. Marik the slumbering birdie of Hueco Mundo had intimate relationship with sleep, and he would love to keep it that way as it's one of the few things he seemed to still be able to enjoy as a hollow. Those who didn't know of the glory of sleep didn't deserve rest and that was a golden fact in his book , and thus should be rewarded with the greatest gift he could possibly give a swift death and an eternal sleep.
(6)The chilling breeze would flow through the treeline carrying with it the scent of blood and conflict, Marik's eyes would slowly click open from his tree burrow hidey-hole. Waddling forward he would yawn once more now fully awake he would stretch his wings with several satisfying pops that would echo through the area, let's get the day started now then shall we', he would think to himself as he crouched spreading his wings as wide as possible. With a sudden burst of speed, he would begin flapping his wings with great undefined speed bobbing in the air side to side warming his muscles up as if stretching for his morning exercises. He would then focus his Riatsu into his wings and take off with astounding speed seemingly disappearing from the view of those not capable of perceiving him, flapping his wings in a figure-eight infinity symbol motion. Being propelled at top speed he would begin bobbing and weaving between the branches of the tree's making sure to get altitude, taking to the very top of the quartz tree's the crest of his crown of feathers lightly brushing against the Menos forest canopy.
(7)The smell of iron hung heavy in the air growing heavier with each passing moment, a smell he had grown very familiar with during his time of dwelling among these bone-pale trees. Every day it was the same, no matter the foe, how many there were, gender or race the hunt....the hunt remained the same and when it would come to its bloody crescendo he would slumber once more. Somewhere deep down within himself buried beneath the layers of slothfulness he enjoyed pelting himself in the slaughter, the violence distracted him from something just on the cusp of his memory shrouded in fog. 'ah getting close now' he would think to himself as a red light grew closer and brighter, this was soon followed by the shattering of many trees's confirming his suspicions.
(8) He would tuck his wings into his side diving for the forest floor, he would roll to his right and left activating his ulcer diving into a small rift within space and time exiting this reality for naught but a moment. As he vanished into the entrance he had caused the stray cero would carve through several more trees before crashing into something of unknown mass. The resulting blast would paint the Menos forest a deep crimson; as Marik re-entered this reality flapping his wings once more heading in the direction the cero came from. A new rumble was now presents in his belly 'whoever shot that cero will make a fine meal' he would think to himself as the sounds of hollow war cries grew louder in his ears.
(9) Upon coming to the clearing Marik was met with the sight of an all-out war, a feeding frenzy among hollows the likes of which he hadn't seen in some years. 'the last time a frenzy was this large some Ahujas were trying to force a marge to build a Menos army...' he would ponder to himself as he spread his wings , preparing to take off and join the fray. Calling forth his Riatsu channeling it along the edge of his wings creating a semi translucent blade shaped construct , the air around his wings seeming slightly distoredted to those without the proper sense ; and bright brilliant neon green. "i'll start with the outer ring" he would mummble to himself as he hopped off the tree , tucking his wings to hin side in an attempt to pick up speed.
(10) The wind would rush past his ear whistling like a blade through the air in his ear , his heart would begin beating rapidly as he picked up speed. 'the enemies are diffrent...the hunt will always be the same' he would think to himself as he began to apply a spin to his decent , his would would go dark for only a moment as he was fully enveloped in in darkness. The feeling of his beak piercing a hollows flesh was followed by the loss of sight , as he passed through the creatures grey matter he would flex his wing muscles as hard as he could and then extend his blades and begin spinning. His world of warmth and liquid was rended in half as he spun , the chilling cold air hueco mundo making the blood caoting his small form all the more noticable to himself. He wouldn't have time to contemplate his situation as soon as he emerged he would be met with the familar visage of another hollows maw , dripping with saliva and blood the smell of blood and decay wafting on the air as it's mouth closed around him with amazing speed.
(11) Marik unable to ulceir out the way in time would instead decide to dive further into his oponets maw retracting his riatsu blade three inches from his wings edge , he would alighn himself just beyond the first row of outer teeth that compromised the hollow mask. Once the creature had it's jaws closed around the dead hollow marik had just dispatched he would strike , flexing his riatsu once more he would extend his riatsu blade upward and swing down. A look of shock would be apparent within the hollows eyes as a seemingly invisble force erupted from the top of his mask and spread through his body like a sharp pain , "huh?..." where the last words to leave his mouth as he was sliced in half down the middle. Marik would sigh as the hollow's body parted falling to either side of him taking a moment to flutter his wings and shower the small section of the battlefield he occupied with a thin spraying of blood. The neon green fowl would then make his way to the edge of the clearing from his current location , weaving between people's legs and slicing through the ankles of those who legs became obsticals in his path greatly shifting the tide of this all ecompassing warzone.
(12) As he carved his way to the edge of the frenzy coating himself in more and more blood his mind would wander as he shfted the tide of many battles , by causing several hollows to simply lose thier ballance. The lose of one's ankles would casue them to topple under thier own body weight giving thier enemies the chance to strike decisve blows. 'the more that fall the more food i'll have at the end...i just need to tilt things in my favor' he would think to himself as he raised his wings in an 'X' shape as he came in contact with yet another hollows heel. Upon his contact with the hollows ankle he would spread his wings his riatsu blades carving through the flesh and bone of hollow before him , he would then dash foward breaking free of the feeding frenzy. 'staying in the middle of that would prove to be problematic , i'll have to stay back near the egde of the heard and thin their numbers' he would think to himself as he took to the air above the bloody carnage below.
(13) Flapping his wings once more he would shower the area in blood in an attempt to clean himself, 'what a damn bother I'll have to start getting serious or else I'll never get to sleep he thought to himself with a sigh as he darted off. Flying along the tree line he would begin eyeing the crowd, taking note of the strongest hollows within there were currently three of note within the mighty swarm of the crowd. One appeared to be a hulking goliath of a beast humanoid hollow with the lower half of a cow, the upper portion almost human esque with a minotaur-like skull mask dark black greasy hair draped over his face as charged through the crowd. Marik would be sure to take note as the creature speared several hollows with his horns, 'note to self avoid horns' he would think to himself his gaze shifting to another hollow.
(14) The next hollow would be a wriggling writhing creature with up to eight long seemingly boneless appendages, it used them with terrifyingly skilled efficacy each tendril tipped with a razor-sharp bone blade. The center of its being appeared to be heavily armored, many small entrances upon the outer shell for it glowing red eyes. 'i'll have to find a different way to deal with that one he would ponder as he took notice of it many tendrils crushing power and small lip at the bottom of the shell implying it may have a soft underbelly. "hmph what a fucking bother" he would groan as he circled back around the area, this time his eyes locking onto the last major hollow to stand out amongst the crowd. A bulking behemoth of bone and wing its claws like daggers, its teeth like swords, and the wings oh god the wings like that of a mighty sail ship.
(15) These three would be his highest priority targets, 'i'll need to first carve a path, I'll use my small size to my advantage they are all hulking giants in comparison which means they most likely won't see me approaching...i could feasibly take one out now....' he would shake the thought from his mind. Yes it was true he had naturally occurring high-caliber explosives he could use to feasibly take out a foe, but an explosion of that size would surely draw the attention of the other two leaving him without a way to effectively fight back should they decide to team up. First he would need to deal with the weakest of the heard , the bull itself had massive destructive power but he seemed to lack any speed or techniqe. Marik would continue circling the area as he watched the minotaur like hollow gore yet another hollow, he dropped low to the ground on all four's before charging clearing a path causing mass carnage. 'at that speed he cant react to attacks from the rear meaning..he has a blind spot' he would think to himself as he stopped flying hovering in spot waiting for the right moment to strike. "tonight i dine on bull"
To be continued....
