Post by Maria Ashwin on Jun 28, 2022 1:34:27 GMT -5
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Thread Title: A garden of flowers
Participants: Marik Ashwin
World: The world of the living
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: Somewhere in New York
Circumstances: Marik is simply Binge Eating
Participants: Marik Ashwin
World: The world of the living
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: Somewhere in New York
Circumstances: Marik is simply Binge Eating
I spy with my little eye
(1) The pale moonlight of Hueco Mundo would shimmer across the pale sands with an otherworldly beauty, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of iron and chilled decay wafted in the air. This was Hueco Mundo the land of eternal night, a realm of brutal and ceaseless combat and evolution the weak were fed upon and turned into stepping stones for the strong.
(2)It mattered not how you found yourself in this hell disguised as a heaven for the repugnant you belonged to this realm, and its inhabitants a food chain of endless combat and devouring. One had to wonder if Hueco Mundo was in some grand design made to be this way the devouring of souls.
(3)the constant hunger hollows feel thier need to devour not only the souls of the living but the souls of their fellow hollows as well? was this place simply some sort of glorified pig pen where the souls that shinigami couldn't save where relegated, Or was this simply part of some higher beings design a grand cosmic joke that no one else was allowed to know about.
(4) These questions would plague the mind of those seeking greater meaning in their existence as simple hollows, often they realized they had no purpose beyond themselves upon evolving leading them to drown in their own despair. Our Green Hummingbird had no such qualms.
(5)problems such as that in his mind should be left for sages, contemplating one own existence was something he refused to do the mere idea of it all was a quagmire and ridiculous. For what greater purpose is there in life than to sleep, to enjoy a world of dreams.
(6)A land that you can shape to your liking to exist in your ideal world for however long your body allows you to slumber. This was one of the many great pleasures Marik himself derived from his dreams a world where he could lay around all day and food prepared itself for him, a world where others would simply leave him to his own devices.
(7) As of late those dreams had been cut short, he had spent many of his early years in the human world sleeping and eating as he pleased. For marik a full night's rest would consist of exactly six months' worth of time, What most would call a very good night's rest the hummingbird would consider a three-year hibernation.
(8)To make up for these long periods of lack of hunting he did binge eat souls, Which would lead him to his current situation of only being able to take about eight-hour naps once a day. His most recent dreams were plagued by the visage of Riser J. Tile, his annoying laugh permeating through his skull rattling his brain and shattering his dreams.
(9)For marik this was utter hell. Marik's time sleeping was cut by near half as he didn't want to keep dreaming about that pompous ass that seemed to think he was the next coming of the sun, 'ugh my sleep time has been cut by a whole four hours now!' he would think as he flapped his wings in outrage.
(10) Marik would sigh as he slowed his wings beat looking out at the men's forest from his roost beneath the roots of a quartz tree, 'ugh that guy's ugly mug and laugh won't leave my damn mind!' he would think to himself as he stood from his nest and slowly began to waddle his way to his burrow entrance. Small grains of sand shifted below his tiny feet as he walked.
(11)upon reaching the burrow entrance he would take a deep breath and then let out a relaxing sigh as he spread his wings. 'let's focus on getting some actual training done today then we can go gorge ourselves on the less fortunate' he would think to himself as he pushed off the ground kicking his wings into overdrive.
(12) as he darted about the menos forest in search of a lone hollow searching for something to practice on. Marik would hum to himself as he weaved in between trees his ears open and listening for the sound of conflict or the cry of hollows, a single hollow was preferable but he wouldn't snub his nose at another feeding frenzy.
(13) Provided he found some hollows in frenzy he would attain some target practice and a meal two birds one stone thinking on the matter, After a few hours of flying the wind under his wings he would pick up on a hollow's cry. Leaning forward as he flew in an attempt to pick up speed.
(14) he would stumble upon a gathering of Gillian idle and standing, there appeared to not be any unique masked Gillian among them meaning these hollows were less than beast simple mindless hollows that moved in a heard to feed upon their lesser brethren. "well at least the meal will be filling" he would mumble to himself as he spread his wings once more.
(15) weaving through the tree-like hollows. He would take his time weaving his way through the forest of menos , despite his hunger he would take a few minutes to simply fly through the area. For a moment he would be lost in simply soaring through the air, unbeknownst to him as the wind slowly picked up he was not flying but the heard of Gillian moving in his direction.
(16) Casting a glance over his wing behind him he would be privy to two adhuja class hollows holding open a massive Garganta that was sucking the gillian in toward the world of the living no doubt. Unable to fight the wind and also unwilling marik would simply stop flapping his wings and glide his way twoard the Garganta with a sigh letting fate guide his hand.
(17) A sense of dull emptiness would wash over him as he flew through the void simply gliding no longer flapping his wings , all he simply wanted was to sleep and he was pulled up on this endless circle of devouring souls. "what's the point anymore" he would sigh out as he leaned hard to his left landing atop one of the Gillian's head.
(18) tucking his wings away and closing his eyes, as he slowly drifted off into deep sleep his mind wandering to memories once more face's without names. 'who are these people.....what do they want.....' he would think to himself as he drifted into a deep sleep a dull ache of pain in his heart as he lost conscious
(19) falling victim to his dreams unable to fend them off swallowed by their embrace. He often preferred the embrace of dreamless sleep, especially since lately that damn laugh of riser's had been ruining his sleep. He swore to the gods above someone had to have messed up when they made him in the workshop. That or he hit every ugly branch on his family gene tree.
(20) The sun would peek up over the horizon blasting warmth upon all it’s light touched casting shadows as its powerful beams invade the homes and dreams of those within the countryside , a warm beam of light would poke through the shades in which the room marik ashwin soon to be village guard.
(21) laid sleeping until it ever so rudely shined in his face. The lime-haired male’s face would scrunch up in disapproval as he retreated under her covers now awake letting out a low throaty groan “uhhh god why have you forsaken me?”, Marik would attempt to stretch while still under the cover only to push himself out of the bed and falling face front onto the floor.
(22) His body know exposed Marik would let out a sigh as he opened his eyes. Picking himself up he would grab himself a fresh pair of clothes, undergarments, and socks leaving his katana by his bedside.his bare feet would touch the cold marble floor as he entered his bathroom placing all he had brought upon the toilet seat lid.
(23) swiftly removing his undergarments before he would step into the glass box-like shower. A stream of warm water would come rushing from the shower head as it washed over marik his hair trying to retain water would droop over the left side of his face , he would seemingly let the water hit him for a good five to fifteen minutes.
(24) He would just simply enjoying the warm feeling of the water gradually turning up the heat and pressure of the water till it was what most would unbearable but this is how he liked his water. he would grab a washcloth and begin slowly scrubbing her arms he turned around letting the water run down his back, Marik would begin washing his chest and stomach.
(25) he would begin to think absentmindedly letting his body move on the memory of his routine guiding him. Once he was done with this routine he would reach out cutting the water off with a sigh, wrapping his towel around his waist he would make his way to the bathroom counter grabbing the come and pulling it through his hair a few times his bright neon green hair glaring back at him.
(26) "who knows maybe if i actually go get decent-paying hunt father will let up" he would say with an exhausted sigh, the smell of lime permeating through the room as a loud boom seemed to shake reality itself for a moment the young man seeming undisturbed as his form was distorted and warped.
(27) Marik could only sit through the event's playing out before him , he didn't recognize the man before nor did he care about what this dream had to convey. 'who was that man....and why am i dreaming about him?' he woukd think to himself as he watched the young man start the day.
(28)and mumble something under his breath about fathers. He couldnt place it be he resonated with this mans wishes yet, no clue as to why he would idelly watch. Soon the world itself began to shake and tremble, the world of dreams becoming distorted as if he where dunked into a batch of primordial soup.
(29)He would soon click his eyes open in a haze as he was greeted by the scene of sky filled with ash and rain of burning embers, the gillians had been rampaging in mass along with the Ahuja's who had commanded them. The hummingbird would take a minute to examine the situation.
(30) He would blink a few times as his vision slowly began to focus on his surroundings, the sound of blaring car alarms filled his ears the cry of humans praying for some sort of god to have mercy and save them. The smell of burning debris clouded his nose and the sky as hot embers rained down from the heavens.
(31)humans scattered about upon the streets running in every direction, although what caught his attention the most was the city's massive sky-piercing buildings that appeared to made out of glass and metal. He would be lost in the beauty of the reflections of the burning flames off the glass.
(32)for a moment simply marveling at the dancing flames before him, that is when he remembered where he was exactly as the sound of a gillians cry echoed through the area and threatened to rattle his tiny skull to pieces. He truly hated the cry of menos grande's they where obscenely loud for no damne reason and sound like a choir of tortured oprea singers!
(33) With a flutter of his wing she would be off taking a nose dive toward the ground spreading his wings and gliding at the last possible second, making sure to fly just above the crowds of rushing humans not wishing to become a proverbial fly on a windshield if you will He would lean as he flew down.
(34)guiding his descent flying underneath an overturned burnt-out car, the smell of gasoline would pool in his nostrils as he took this moment to best evaluate his situation. 'with so many humans packed this tight together and in a run for their lives, any enemy that would show up in a bid to help them would have their ability to do so limitedly'
(35) he would think to himself as he watched the crowds of humans flee to what they considered to be favorable shelter. He would dart from beneath the car at high speeds and fly into the less chaotic but just as crowded alleyways of the big city, he would read several posters indicating this place was indeed the big apple or whatever that meant.
(36) Marik would take his time chasing humans always swooping down on the stragglers of small groups that would call the alleyways refuge, he would drive his beak home in the backs of their skulls and simply slurp till he had stolen their lives away. It wasn't much for him to do so they were simply human after all, he would repeat this action over and over.
(37)ducking in and out of alleys his body flying on auto-pilot as he attempted to sate his hunger. Although he began to think back on his conversations with those he had met along his journeys, rizer the arrogant and rose the kind two people that shook up his world perview on things.
(38) " What are you doing here in the Menos Forest? This place is such a dangerous place for the small, and frail Hollows such like yourself." the words of rizer ringing in his ears as he thought back to when they first met. Marik would dive forward striking at the skull of another man as the image of Rizer's face flashed in his mind.
(39) he would wrench his beak from the man's skull and drive it back in. He would Drive his beak into the man's skull over and over a rage beating through his veins , 'small....frail....im just as good as any other hollow, that damn bootlick doesn't know what he's talking about next time I see him I should poop on that damn stupid cape of feathers of his!'.
(40)he would think to himself his vision clouded by rage. By the time Marik was done with the man's body, it looked as if it had been picked clean by a swarm of starved ravens, any organs that hadn't been eaten had been ruptured due to the extreme amounts of the trauma he had caused to them with his beak.
(41)He would begin pooling his riatsu along his wings gliding just above the crowd as he flew out of the alleyway , the sound of people panicking fluttered in his ears. He would activate his blade hand tech and begin dancing through the crowd as he flew his blades sliced through the skulls of countless humans.
(42)marik would time time to barrel roll through the crowd to clean his wings of any blood that may end up upon his wings. 'how these cattle are a better food source than hollows i'll never know' he would think to himself as they flew through the huddles masses.
(43)He would take his time waiting till the street cleared before waddling his way back to the corpses he had downed. Plunging his beak into the body of the human slurping slowly and deeply , he would watch as the body would become drained. The skin becoming dry and leathery as he sucks in the mortals internal organs and moisture.
(44) marik would sigh as he waddled his way to the next corpse and would plunge his beak into the skull of that one as well, Drinking deeply from the body of his target he would fill gullet and his inner desire to feed upon the souls of the living. The smell of ash hung in the creature's hair.
(45)as he buried his beak in their skull, it was strange he thought that somewhere deep within the depths of his soul that he should feel sorry for the person. for it was said that even a beast knows some touch of pity, but he was no beast and therefore had none to give.
(46)in this world thier were simply those who would rise and those who would become stepping stones. Once the body was nothing more than a dryed out husk marik would waddle his way to the humans face , examining thier features with a keen eye. He felt slightly envious despite their dryed out mumified apperance they looked at peace.
(47)"you look so peaceful, i envy you little one an eternal sleep" he would chide to himself as he gave a respective bow to the passed human waddling forward plunging his beak into the baby within her mummified arms. with each human soul that fell into his gullet.
(48) he could feel his power swell within himself. 'somthing is stiring beneath the surface but i dont know what each meal brings me closer' he would think to himself as he pulled his beak from the child's body. He would flap his wings once more taking to the air.
(49) He would begin scouting out for the tallest building in the vecinity , his goal was simple. he would drop the thing and with it's falling it would allow him to eat the humans within useing his small body to wiggle his way through the rubble an dget to the soft snacks that lay within. A simple yet effective plan for safeguarding one's food.
(50) Spotting his target he would get to would get to work flying twoard the tallest building in new york , which justso happened to to be the world trade center. focusing raitsu along his wings he would push his blade sto thier full one meter length and fly at his max speed.
(51) quickly shattering the glass wall as he flew through the office fireing off judans causing the structural integrity to fail along with slicing through the supporting pillars. The building itself would creak as it began to erupt in green flames , marik would make one last mad dash for the nearest window.
(52) diligently shattering it as he broke through the building now leaning threatening to collapse. Marik would watch in awe as the building collapse falling dowan several thousand feet the sheer wind that resulted would sent him gurdling back several hundreds feet almost losing control of his wings.
(53) once he gathered himself together he would fly down and examine the carnage gillians still rampaging in the background , "well that worked better than i thought" he would say as he got to work consuming those caught under the rubble. He would happily gorge himself on the souls of those trapped and dieing beneath the rubble.
(54) once the sun would begin to rise he would slowly make his way to the roaming gilians , the adhuja's that had brought them would the begin rallying them together. "come on it's time to head back!" one of them would chide at the tall walking tree like beast.
(55) The gillian itself would let out another shrill cry as it began walking twoard the heard of it's brethren. The ground shaking beneath thier feet , as they walked the human survivors interpreting this as an earthquake. Taking this moment to fly up and sit on the gillians head marik would make himself comfortable.
(56) As the last gillian was gathered , the adhuja's would rip open a might glaring maw of a garganta. The void beyond would glare back at them as the menos slowly began to move about once more making thier way through the portal. Marik would flutter his feathers and let out a light yawn.
(57) As he was once again surounded by the void of the garganta he would close his eyes , taking this time to meditate on the souls within. He had truly binged alot of souls in one sitting , it would take him some time to fully sort through them all. 'lets get this over with i dont wana become a damn gillian again' he would think to himself.
(58) As he closed his eyes he would reflect within himself and focus on the new souls within , taking his time to isolate each and every one. He would push these down into the depth of his concisness , unlike other hollows he didnt want his food to affect his mind and way of thinking.
(59) When he next felt a rumble within the gillian he sat atop , he would slowly open his eyes finding himself within the menos forest again. He would let out a light yawn as he stood stretching his wings , taking a moment to look down upon the adhujas who commanded this hoard.
(60) Once they began to slay and eat the gillian he would take that as his note to get the fuck outta dodge. "best not to get into any fight's just yet" he would mumble to himself as he took to the air , a belly full of souls and an onset hybernation incoming. he was due for a nice long eeight hour nap.
CONSUMED: 50 HUMANS
(2)It mattered not how you found yourself in this hell disguised as a heaven for the repugnant you belonged to this realm, and its inhabitants a food chain of endless combat and devouring. One had to wonder if Hueco Mundo was in some grand design made to be this way the devouring of souls.
(3)the constant hunger hollows feel thier need to devour not only the souls of the living but the souls of their fellow hollows as well? was this place simply some sort of glorified pig pen where the souls that shinigami couldn't save where relegated, Or was this simply part of some higher beings design a grand cosmic joke that no one else was allowed to know about.
(4) These questions would plague the mind of those seeking greater meaning in their existence as simple hollows, often they realized they had no purpose beyond themselves upon evolving leading them to drown in their own despair. Our Green Hummingbird had no such qualms.
(5)problems such as that in his mind should be left for sages, contemplating one own existence was something he refused to do the mere idea of it all was a quagmire and ridiculous. For what greater purpose is there in life than to sleep, to enjoy a world of dreams.
(6)A land that you can shape to your liking to exist in your ideal world for however long your body allows you to slumber. This was one of the many great pleasures Marik himself derived from his dreams a world where he could lay around all day and food prepared itself for him, a world where others would simply leave him to his own devices.
(7) As of late those dreams had been cut short, he had spent many of his early years in the human world sleeping and eating as he pleased. For marik a full night's rest would consist of exactly six months' worth of time, What most would call a very good night's rest the hummingbird would consider a three-year hibernation.
(8)To make up for these long periods of lack of hunting he did binge eat souls, Which would lead him to his current situation of only being able to take about eight-hour naps once a day. His most recent dreams were plagued by the visage of Riser J. Tile, his annoying laugh permeating through his skull rattling his brain and shattering his dreams.
(9)For marik this was utter hell. Marik's time sleeping was cut by near half as he didn't want to keep dreaming about that pompous ass that seemed to think he was the next coming of the sun, 'ugh my sleep time has been cut by a whole four hours now!' he would think as he flapped his wings in outrage.
(10) Marik would sigh as he slowed his wings beat looking out at the men's forest from his roost beneath the roots of a quartz tree, 'ugh that guy's ugly mug and laugh won't leave my damn mind!' he would think to himself as he stood from his nest and slowly began to waddle his way to his burrow entrance. Small grains of sand shifted below his tiny feet as he walked.
(11)upon reaching the burrow entrance he would take a deep breath and then let out a relaxing sigh as he spread his wings. 'let's focus on getting some actual training done today then we can go gorge ourselves on the less fortunate' he would think to himself as he pushed off the ground kicking his wings into overdrive.
(12) as he darted about the menos forest in search of a lone hollow searching for something to practice on. Marik would hum to himself as he weaved in between trees his ears open and listening for the sound of conflict or the cry of hollows, a single hollow was preferable but he wouldn't snub his nose at another feeding frenzy.
(13) Provided he found some hollows in frenzy he would attain some target practice and a meal two birds one stone thinking on the matter, After a few hours of flying the wind under his wings he would pick up on a hollow's cry. Leaning forward as he flew in an attempt to pick up speed.
(14) he would stumble upon a gathering of Gillian idle and standing, there appeared to not be any unique masked Gillian among them meaning these hollows were less than beast simple mindless hollows that moved in a heard to feed upon their lesser brethren. "well at least the meal will be filling" he would mumble to himself as he spread his wings once more.
(15) weaving through the tree-like hollows. He would take his time weaving his way through the forest of menos , despite his hunger he would take a few minutes to simply fly through the area. For a moment he would be lost in simply soaring through the air, unbeknownst to him as the wind slowly picked up he was not flying but the heard of Gillian moving in his direction.
(16) Casting a glance over his wing behind him he would be privy to two adhuja class hollows holding open a massive Garganta that was sucking the gillian in toward the world of the living no doubt. Unable to fight the wind and also unwilling marik would simply stop flapping his wings and glide his way twoard the Garganta with a sigh letting fate guide his hand.
(17) A sense of dull emptiness would wash over him as he flew through the void simply gliding no longer flapping his wings , all he simply wanted was to sleep and he was pulled up on this endless circle of devouring souls. "what's the point anymore" he would sigh out as he leaned hard to his left landing atop one of the Gillian's head.
(18) tucking his wings away and closing his eyes, as he slowly drifted off into deep sleep his mind wandering to memories once more face's without names. 'who are these people.....what do they want.....' he would think to himself as he drifted into a deep sleep a dull ache of pain in his heart as he lost conscious
(19) falling victim to his dreams unable to fend them off swallowed by their embrace. He often preferred the embrace of dreamless sleep, especially since lately that damn laugh of riser's had been ruining his sleep. He swore to the gods above someone had to have messed up when they made him in the workshop. That or he hit every ugly branch on his family gene tree.
-Dream Sequence-
(20) The sun would peek up over the horizon blasting warmth upon all it’s light touched casting shadows as its powerful beams invade the homes and dreams of those within the countryside , a warm beam of light would poke through the shades in which the room marik ashwin soon to be village guard.
(21) laid sleeping until it ever so rudely shined in his face. The lime-haired male’s face would scrunch up in disapproval as he retreated under her covers now awake letting out a low throaty groan “uhhh god why have you forsaken me?”, Marik would attempt to stretch while still under the cover only to push himself out of the bed and falling face front onto the floor.
(22) His body know exposed Marik would let out a sigh as he opened his eyes. Picking himself up he would grab himself a fresh pair of clothes, undergarments, and socks leaving his katana by his bedside.his bare feet would touch the cold marble floor as he entered his bathroom placing all he had brought upon the toilet seat lid.
(23) swiftly removing his undergarments before he would step into the glass box-like shower. A stream of warm water would come rushing from the shower head as it washed over marik his hair trying to retain water would droop over the left side of his face , he would seemingly let the water hit him for a good five to fifteen minutes.
(24) He would just simply enjoying the warm feeling of the water gradually turning up the heat and pressure of the water till it was what most would unbearable but this is how he liked his water. he would grab a washcloth and begin slowly scrubbing her arms he turned around letting the water run down his back, Marik would begin washing his chest and stomach.
(25) he would begin to think absentmindedly letting his body move on the memory of his routine guiding him. Once he was done with this routine he would reach out cutting the water off with a sigh, wrapping his towel around his waist he would make his way to the bathroom counter grabbing the come and pulling it through his hair a few times his bright neon green hair glaring back at him.
(26) "who knows maybe if i actually go get decent-paying hunt father will let up" he would say with an exhausted sigh, the smell of lime permeating through the room as a loud boom seemed to shake reality itself for a moment the young man seeming undisturbed as his form was distorted and warped.
-end dream sequence-
(27) Marik could only sit through the event's playing out before him , he didn't recognize the man before nor did he care about what this dream had to convey. 'who was that man....and why am i dreaming about him?' he woukd think to himself as he watched the young man start the day.
(28)and mumble something under his breath about fathers. He couldnt place it be he resonated with this mans wishes yet, no clue as to why he would idelly watch. Soon the world itself began to shake and tremble, the world of dreams becoming distorted as if he where dunked into a batch of primordial soup.
(29)He would soon click his eyes open in a haze as he was greeted by the scene of sky filled with ash and rain of burning embers, the gillians had been rampaging in mass along with the Ahuja's who had commanded them. The hummingbird would take a minute to examine the situation.
(30) He would blink a few times as his vision slowly began to focus on his surroundings, the sound of blaring car alarms filled his ears the cry of humans praying for some sort of god to have mercy and save them. The smell of burning debris clouded his nose and the sky as hot embers rained down from the heavens.
(31)humans scattered about upon the streets running in every direction, although what caught his attention the most was the city's massive sky-piercing buildings that appeared to made out of glass and metal. He would be lost in the beauty of the reflections of the burning flames off the glass.
(32)for a moment simply marveling at the dancing flames before him, that is when he remembered where he was exactly as the sound of a gillians cry echoed through the area and threatened to rattle his tiny skull to pieces. He truly hated the cry of menos grande's they where obscenely loud for no damne reason and sound like a choir of tortured oprea singers!
(33) With a flutter of his wing she would be off taking a nose dive toward the ground spreading his wings and gliding at the last possible second, making sure to fly just above the crowds of rushing humans not wishing to become a proverbial fly on a windshield if you will He would lean as he flew down.
(34)guiding his descent flying underneath an overturned burnt-out car, the smell of gasoline would pool in his nostrils as he took this moment to best evaluate his situation. 'with so many humans packed this tight together and in a run for their lives, any enemy that would show up in a bid to help them would have their ability to do so limitedly'
(35) he would think to himself as he watched the crowds of humans flee to what they considered to be favorable shelter. He would dart from beneath the car at high speeds and fly into the less chaotic but just as crowded alleyways of the big city, he would read several posters indicating this place was indeed the big apple or whatever that meant.
(36) Marik would take his time chasing humans always swooping down on the stragglers of small groups that would call the alleyways refuge, he would drive his beak home in the backs of their skulls and simply slurp till he had stolen their lives away. It wasn't much for him to do so they were simply human after all, he would repeat this action over and over.
(37)ducking in and out of alleys his body flying on auto-pilot as he attempted to sate his hunger. Although he began to think back on his conversations with those he had met along his journeys, rizer the arrogant and rose the kind two people that shook up his world perview on things.
(38) " What are you doing here in the Menos Forest? This place is such a dangerous place for the small, and frail Hollows such like yourself." the words of rizer ringing in his ears as he thought back to when they first met. Marik would dive forward striking at the skull of another man as the image of Rizer's face flashed in his mind.
(39) he would wrench his beak from the man's skull and drive it back in. He would Drive his beak into the man's skull over and over a rage beating through his veins , 'small....frail....im just as good as any other hollow, that damn bootlick doesn't know what he's talking about next time I see him I should poop on that damn stupid cape of feathers of his!'.
(40)he would think to himself his vision clouded by rage. By the time Marik was done with the man's body, it looked as if it had been picked clean by a swarm of starved ravens, any organs that hadn't been eaten had been ruptured due to the extreme amounts of the trauma he had caused to them with his beak.
(41)He would begin pooling his riatsu along his wings gliding just above the crowd as he flew out of the alleyway , the sound of people panicking fluttered in his ears. He would activate his blade hand tech and begin dancing through the crowd as he flew his blades sliced through the skulls of countless humans.
(42)marik would time time to barrel roll through the crowd to clean his wings of any blood that may end up upon his wings. 'how these cattle are a better food source than hollows i'll never know' he would think to himself as they flew through the huddles masses.
(43)He would take his time waiting till the street cleared before waddling his way back to the corpses he had downed. Plunging his beak into the body of the human slurping slowly and deeply , he would watch as the body would become drained. The skin becoming dry and leathery as he sucks in the mortals internal organs and moisture.
(44) marik would sigh as he waddled his way to the next corpse and would plunge his beak into the skull of that one as well, Drinking deeply from the body of his target he would fill gullet and his inner desire to feed upon the souls of the living. The smell of ash hung in the creature's hair.
(45)as he buried his beak in their skull, it was strange he thought that somewhere deep within the depths of his soul that he should feel sorry for the person. for it was said that even a beast knows some touch of pity, but he was no beast and therefore had none to give.
(46)in this world thier were simply those who would rise and those who would become stepping stones. Once the body was nothing more than a dryed out husk marik would waddle his way to the humans face , examining thier features with a keen eye. He felt slightly envious despite their dryed out mumified apperance they looked at peace.
(47)"you look so peaceful, i envy you little one an eternal sleep" he would chide to himself as he gave a respective bow to the passed human waddling forward plunging his beak into the baby within her mummified arms. with each human soul that fell into his gullet.
(48) he could feel his power swell within himself. 'somthing is stiring beneath the surface but i dont know what each meal brings me closer' he would think to himself as he pulled his beak from the child's body. He would flap his wings once more taking to the air.
(49) He would begin scouting out for the tallest building in the vecinity , his goal was simple. he would drop the thing and with it's falling it would allow him to eat the humans within useing his small body to wiggle his way through the rubble an dget to the soft snacks that lay within. A simple yet effective plan for safeguarding one's food.
(50) Spotting his target he would get to would get to work flying twoard the tallest building in new york , which justso happened to to be the world trade center. focusing raitsu along his wings he would push his blade sto thier full one meter length and fly at his max speed.
(51) quickly shattering the glass wall as he flew through the office fireing off judans causing the structural integrity to fail along with slicing through the supporting pillars. The building itself would creak as it began to erupt in green flames , marik would make one last mad dash for the nearest window.
(52) diligently shattering it as he broke through the building now leaning threatening to collapse. Marik would watch in awe as the building collapse falling dowan several thousand feet the sheer wind that resulted would sent him gurdling back several hundreds feet almost losing control of his wings.
(53) once he gathered himself together he would fly down and examine the carnage gillians still rampaging in the background , "well that worked better than i thought" he would say as he got to work consuming those caught under the rubble. He would happily gorge himself on the souls of those trapped and dieing beneath the rubble.
(54) once the sun would begin to rise he would slowly make his way to the roaming gilians , the adhuja's that had brought them would the begin rallying them together. "come on it's time to head back!" one of them would chide at the tall walking tree like beast.
(55) The gillian itself would let out another shrill cry as it began walking twoard the heard of it's brethren. The ground shaking beneath thier feet , as they walked the human survivors interpreting this as an earthquake. Taking this moment to fly up and sit on the gillians head marik would make himself comfortable.
(56) As the last gillian was gathered , the adhuja's would rip open a might glaring maw of a garganta. The void beyond would glare back at them as the menos slowly began to move about once more making thier way through the portal. Marik would flutter his feathers and let out a light yawn.
(57) As he was once again surounded by the void of the garganta he would close his eyes , taking this time to meditate on the souls within. He had truly binged alot of souls in one sitting , it would take him some time to fully sort through them all. 'lets get this over with i dont wana become a damn gillian again' he would think to himself.
(58) As he closed his eyes he would reflect within himself and focus on the new souls within , taking his time to isolate each and every one. He would push these down into the depth of his concisness , unlike other hollows he didnt want his food to affect his mind and way of thinking.
(59) When he next felt a rumble within the gillian he sat atop , he would slowly open his eyes finding himself within the menos forest again. He would let out a light yawn as he stood stretching his wings , taking a moment to look down upon the adhujas who commanded this hoard.
(60) Once they began to slay and eat the gillian he would take that as his note to get the fuck outta dodge. "best not to get into any fight's just yet" he would mumble to himself as he took to the air , a belly full of souls and an onset hybernation incoming. he was due for a nice long eeight hour nap.
CONSUMED: 50 HUMANS
