Post by Alacrán on Jun 3, 2021 1:36:30 GMT -5
[Training for SP]
The howls and screeches of many Hollows and Menos alike can be heard echoing throughout this forest of Hueco Mundo. Alacrán didn't pay them no mind however as he finds himself being drawn deeper into it although he's not sure why or what was drawing him here but he knew his hunger was starting to become unbearable and that even the souls of humans and Shinigami were no longer enough to fill his insatiable void. He was vaguely aware of a couple dozen other Hollows that were trickling into the forest alongside him and he could almost feel their reason for coming here was the same as his. To fill the unfillable void in their souls and hearts. To make themselves whole again although that was simply impossible and could never be so. They all eventually find themselves entering the edges of a clearing here deep in the heart of this forest. He wasn't quite sure what it meant being here but he knew just as the dozens of other Hollows here that they'd arrived at their destination.
They all stand at the edges of this clearing, staring at each other, unsure how to start this gathering of souls or what it was even meant for. Alacrán stares at a few a them for a moment until he feels a strong compelling urge to step further into the clearing and as he does he raises his head to stare up at the starless sky of Hueco Mundo and let's out an almost mournful and ear splitting screech. He's soon joined by the rest of the Hollows that have gathered here as they all step into clearing and let out their cries to the void.
Then one Hollow's cry turns into a pained death screech, signaling the start of this meeting. Every Hollow that had gathered here begins screeching and attacking each other, several didn't even have a chance to react at all. Alacrán on the other had just barely manages to dodge a swipe by a Hollow and a lob of spit from a second that corrodes a tree behind him. His mandibles click in irritation as he stares down the two Hollows that have designated himself as his foes.
Without another word Alacrán steps into an Ulcera exiting right in front of the first one that had swung at him. Before it has a moment to react he drives his sharp, scythe-like arm straight through it's throat and raises it up to his mouth where he crushes it's skull in between his mandibles along. After crushing it's brains, he begins to consume what's left of it's body until he screeches out in pain as a he feels a burning sensation in his nerves as his carapace is corroded away.
He turns around just in time to get another lob of spit shot at him, catching him in the shoulder and causing him an extreme amount of pain as the acidic saliva burns through his shoulder. The scorpion let's out another pained screech as he races towards his assailant who lobs another wad of spit at him the he doesn't bother dodging at this point and just bears through the pain as it chews through his through his abdomen. Soon he's on top of the Hollow responsible for causing him so much pain and just as it opens it's mouth to spit another acid loogie he drives his arm straight through it's throat.
His arm pierces through the back of it's skull although not without punishment as he screeches again in pain, watching the arm whittle away as it's covered in the acidic saliva. He extracts his arm from the Hollows mouth and quickly uses his other arm to slice them in half at their waist. He picks up the two half and drops them down into his gullet, swallowing the Hollow whole. He glances around at the remaining souls that were still fighting, less than two dozen Hollows remained now.
He notices several more smaller Hollows have begun to trickle into the clearing, most likely drawn in by the fighting and death screeches of all the other Hollows that have originally gathered here. Alacrán growls as he stares at his arm and then at the miniscule Hollows that are gathering at the edges. He could tell that his hunger was still growing but he had a feeling that all of their hungers were growing as well. He had a feeling that all their hungers would continue to grow deeper the more they gathered here.
He still feels the compulsion to continue fighting and consume every other Hollow that arrives here. So he quickly appears in front a group of the smaller Hollows that have gather at edges and decapitates one Hollow and stabs another in the leg. The rest all scatter but they find themselves being hunted down by the other Hollows that had joined Alacrán here. He snatches the fresh kill he'd just claimed and quickly devours it as he notices his next prey trying to scramble away.
He stabs it in the chest as soon as it turns to check if it was being followed, screeching out in pain as it stares down in horror at the limb sticking into it's core. Unfortunately for Alacrán, he'd used the same arm that had been covered in the acidic saliva so when the Hollow dug it's claws into his arm to try and rip it out he lets out a howl of pain and, in a knee jerk reaction, slams it into a tree. He slams it into the same tree several more times before he raises it to his face with a snarl and quickly begins consuming it.
His feast is soon interrupted however as several other Hollows take advantage of him consuming his meals and jump onto his large form and dig their teeth and claws into his weakened armor. As his howl of pain echoes throughout the forest it seems to trigger something in the many other Hollows as they all stop whatever they were doing, whether it be feasting on a fresh kill, fleeing from being a meal, or in the middle of a fight for dominance and turn their attention to the one of the largest Hollows that have gathered here and sense it's moment of weakness.
They all seem to be drawn towards him as simultaneously the forest erupts into a cacophony of howls and screeches as they race towards the large Hollow and begin digging their teeth and claws into him. Soon Alacrán finds himself being surrounded and swarmed by Hollows as they tear into his armor and expose the reiatsu rich flesh underneath. Some even chew on the ripped off chunks of armor, sensing the reiatsu in it and figuring they will gain something from that.
Despite such overwhelming odds the large scorpion remains standing as he continues to swing and stab at the other hungry souls that are devouring him. He begins to feel an odd sensation. Despite being literally eaten alive, imaging that he should be losing his strength he feels a rise in it instead. The amount of spiritual pressure around him also begins to rise emanating from all the Hollows the swarm him. The sensation gets even weird as he feels his own essence begin to become entangled with those that were partaking in his flesh and theirs with his.
Then with out warning, he feels himself get yanked up into the air by some unseen force along with every other Hollow in the vicinity. He begin to lose his sense of self and feeling of his body as bits of himself begins to mesh and meld with those around him. A sense of panic also feels him. It wasn't his however but many others, as his mind becomes entangled with the multitude of other beings that are also wrapped up in this strange occurrence.
He also felt a sense of rage and disgust, this one he could definitely distinguish as his own although it was becoming harder and harder to do as they all lose their sense of individuality. He didn't want to be combined with these other weaker and inferior creatures. He didn't want to become many however he also started to become filled with fear. Would he die? Would this really be how we depart from this world? To become many in one? We do not want this.
In a moment of emotional whiplash they're soon filled with a sense of hope as they think about the fact that they will no longer have to fear being targeted for being so weak. They will become the strong now and will be the hunter instead of the prey. They will soon have many others fearing and cowering before them. They will no longer have to rely on scavenging. They let out a screech of triumph and anger and fear as the final sense of self disperses and they can only feel one thing.
Hunger. The newly formed Gillian stands towering above the forest. It let's out a soul chilling breath as it scans the area for a source of food. It spots a Hollow that had was lucky enough to just be outside the immediate vicinity of the gathering. It quickly reaches down and grabs the Hollow, watching it squirm and screech it's it's hand for a moment before it raises it to it's mouth and quickly consumes the small creature. It's not enough however as the Gillian's hunger still remains.
It goes back to scanning the area but doesn't see any other Hollows to fill the void within itself. The signature, long nosed mask of the Gillian remains as it begins to move away from the area and searches for something to feast on in endless desert waste of Hueco Mundo. It stares at the starless sky of a void, a sense of recognition scratching at the surface but not quite strong enough to break its trance of searching for food as it carries it's massive body slowly through the forest.
{Consumed}x5 Class 8 Hollows
