Post by Kimiko Shihoin on Dec 1, 2014 16:09:09 GMT -5
Grinning across the small space between this hollow and herself Kimiko couldn’t help the sensation of joy and excitement that seemed to flow their her body as if it was her own blood. The princess hated this hollow’s smell that much she had made plain fully obvious and stated previously to the hollow itself yet the battle itself was one that seemed to be succeeding in her need for a challenge. It seemed so strange that Kimiko was feeling sick and angry because of the smell yet joyful and excited because of a challenge.
All those years trapped under the rule of her father made it feel like Kimiko had been held back in what she could have already achieved as a Shinigami. Here stood a simple hollow that it seemed was able to hold her own against what Kimiko had been told were promising and excellent skills in hand to hand combat. It wasn’t the first time that other Shinigami that she had fought revealed to Kimiko that she wasn’t leagues higher up in power then what seemed to be the common strength of new Shinigami. The thing that pissed the princess off was that she could already have been higher if only she was to have been allowed to train younger.
Regardless though her thoughts on her own power weren’t going to defeat this hollow that now grinned back at her and continued to growl. It was growing to a level of annoyance. Honestly who growled that much it seemed like this hollow was in fact more feral then intelligent. Kimiko actually decided to take a scan over her appearance and seemed to recall already realizing that this hollow was what appeared to be female. Yet how could a female allow such a rotten disgusting smell to emanate from them it made no sense to Kimiko. Her hair was a reddish color and her clothing for the majority was white which opposed that of Kimiko’s black Shinigami attire.
That though seemed to strike Kimiko as odd. Why was a hollow wearing what seemed to be new clothing? Kimiko had been taught that hollows were savage monstrous evil creatures that only sought to gain power by devouring other souls. Yet the one in front of her seemed to show signs of being apart of another group of individuals while at the same time everything she had been taught. In all truth it seemed that the instructors had skipped over telling Kimiko that hollows evolved into a more humanoid form known as Arrancar. It went without saying they never mentions Las Noches or the rouge traitor of Soul Society that currently claimed the stronghold of the Arrancar as his own palace.
"Um....shinigami? Are you standing there staring at me because you're too scared to fight me anymore and know that I will be the one that will be victorious in this fight? If so, maybe you should run on home to Soul Society."
Kimiko couldn’t help the angry rising from her chest as she lifted up her right hand and flipped off the hollow while sticking her tongue out. “I’m over here because I need a breathe of fresh air you pig. How the hell are you a female yet smell worse than horse shit is beyond me. Just unreal how bad you allow yourself to smell. Maybe that’s your secret to fighting. I bet that’s it. You make sure that you smell this bad just so no one can fight you or else they’ll throw up from how disgusting you are!” Kimiko brought her hand down and then began to take a position that would seem odd to the hollow.
Kimiko had studied Capoiera enough that the standard idle position was engraved within her memory and her body would begin it immediately as soon as her rhythm began. That rhythm just so happen to be forming right now as Kimiko lowered her into a half crouch like posture while swaying from side to side in constant repetitive motion. It was as if Kimiko was imitating the rocking of a ship in the waters with her upper body yet her legs were in a repetition of moving forward and then back constantly switching places with one another. Kimiko would continue this idle position while awaiting whatever type of reaction the hollow would provide.
All those years trapped under the rule of her father made it feel like Kimiko had been held back in what she could have already achieved as a Shinigami. Here stood a simple hollow that it seemed was able to hold her own against what Kimiko had been told were promising and excellent skills in hand to hand combat. It wasn’t the first time that other Shinigami that she had fought revealed to Kimiko that she wasn’t leagues higher up in power then what seemed to be the common strength of new Shinigami. The thing that pissed the princess off was that she could already have been higher if only she was to have been allowed to train younger.
Regardless though her thoughts on her own power weren’t going to defeat this hollow that now grinned back at her and continued to growl. It was growing to a level of annoyance. Honestly who growled that much it seemed like this hollow was in fact more feral then intelligent. Kimiko actually decided to take a scan over her appearance and seemed to recall already realizing that this hollow was what appeared to be female. Yet how could a female allow such a rotten disgusting smell to emanate from them it made no sense to Kimiko. Her hair was a reddish color and her clothing for the majority was white which opposed that of Kimiko’s black Shinigami attire.
That though seemed to strike Kimiko as odd. Why was a hollow wearing what seemed to be new clothing? Kimiko had been taught that hollows were savage monstrous evil creatures that only sought to gain power by devouring other souls. Yet the one in front of her seemed to show signs of being apart of another group of individuals while at the same time everything she had been taught. In all truth it seemed that the instructors had skipped over telling Kimiko that hollows evolved into a more humanoid form known as Arrancar. It went without saying they never mentions Las Noches or the rouge traitor of Soul Society that currently claimed the stronghold of the Arrancar as his own palace.
"Um....shinigami? Are you standing there staring at me because you're too scared to fight me anymore and know that I will be the one that will be victorious in this fight? If so, maybe you should run on home to Soul Society."
Kimiko couldn’t help the angry rising from her chest as she lifted up her right hand and flipped off the hollow while sticking her tongue out. “I’m over here because I need a breathe of fresh air you pig. How the hell are you a female yet smell worse than horse shit is beyond me. Just unreal how bad you allow yourself to smell. Maybe that’s your secret to fighting. I bet that’s it. You make sure that you smell this bad just so no one can fight you or else they’ll throw up from how disgusting you are!” Kimiko brought her hand down and then began to take a position that would seem odd to the hollow.
Kimiko had studied Capoiera enough that the standard idle position was engraved within her memory and her body would begin it immediately as soon as her rhythm began. That rhythm just so happen to be forming right now as Kimiko lowered her into a half crouch like posture while swaying from side to side in constant repetitive motion. It was as if Kimiko was imitating the rocking of a ship in the waters with her upper body yet her legs were in a repetition of moving forward and then back constantly switching places with one another. Kimiko would continue this idle position while awaiting whatever type of reaction the hollow would provide.