Post by Maria Ashwin on Jul 1, 2022 2:34:06 GMT -5
Thread Type: Joint Training
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✉ notes: sorry i suck at opening post's
Training for CTP & TTP (only need 190 of TTP)
✎ tag: n/a
※ Paragraphs: 20
✉ notes: sorry i suck at opening post's
Training for CTP & TTP (only need 190 of TTP)
I spy with my little eye
(1) The pale moonlight of Las Noches would shine across the eternal sands of Las Noches, the dunes reflected the light of the eternal moon with an otherworldly glow. A gentle breeze would sweep across Hueco Mundo carrying with it a rare chilling breeze that danced upon the small quartz tree's dotting the land.
(2) Marik would ruffle his feathers as the breeze blew past scattering a few grains of sand at the base of his tree, as he looked up at the moon of Hueco Mundo his dark beady eyes once filled with a sense of longing now were simply dull. The ambitions that drove him to seek peak laziness.
(3) had led him down a spiraling chaotic hell of fighting for his existence, day in and day out an ever-shifting tide of non-stop war where the only relief was the darkness once his dreams took him to a land of delights. Sadly due to unforeseen events encountering the flamingo of lord stink eye.
(4) Marik could no longer sleep more than two to three hours; the sound of Riser's laugh echoing through his mind has cemented itself within his mental state. He would let out a sigh as he lowered his beak as he was perched on his branch, his gaze cast to the sand below.
(5) 'i haven't slept well in days....or has it been months' he would think to himself as he continued looking downward, he would let a light yawn escape his beak as he fluttered his wings. He knew he was on the verge of something much greater a higher form of being, yet it felt so far.
(6) from his reach like a moth dancing before an unholy flame the hunger within his stomach only seemed to grow with each sol that rested within his gullet. 'what even matters anymore?' he would think to himself reflecting on the many souls he had eaten.
(7) the only thing keeping him going was the thought that one day he would be strong enough that no one would wish to challenge him. He didn't remember much about his life before being a hollow, but he missed his hands and legs he longed to have some semblance of his old form back.
(8) if he kept eating he would eventually find attain a form that would be better suited to his own needs. He would slowly turn around from the moon and face the looming giant that stayed within this world never moving or changing, the grand structure known as los naches he never understood it's purpose.
(9) Nor if it was even real many had told him of this place a dwelling where only the most savage and brutal hollows dwelt. Rizers exact words flouring in his mind as he thought back on his words , the mand face blistered into his memory. ' Here currently the entirely of this place as a realm is called Hueco Mundo.
(10) Currently, we are at a place known as Menos Forest which is not too far from the White Desert. There are other minor places here in Hueco Mundo but above all, there is a place called Las Noches where the rulers of this realm stay. From the top it is the King of Las Noches, Right, and Left Hand of the King.
(11) Now below them is the Espada numbering from 1 to 10 one is said to be the strongest while ten is the weakest. Each Espada is considered an officer of the King's army each one on the level of me or weaker.' these were risers exact words the same words laced with such pompous arrogance.
(12) Marik would sigh as he hopped off the branch and began flying about once more turning his back on las noches the thought of riser sending chills down his spine. The thought that a man could ever be that arrogant astounded and boggled him , he viewed himself that highly was revolting.
(13) what makes things worse is the man was in a position of power. Marik longed for simpler times, times when he wasn't driven by the endless hunger within his soul , times when he could sleep for years to evade shinigami now he was a slave to his hunger and an unwilling victim of his own nightmares.
(14) Mariks wings would carry him far he would travel for days, eating his fair share of hollows along the way, those he did find often gave him a great deal of trouble but as long as he played to his strengths he found he could avoid the jaws of death relatively easy.
(15) He would eventually find a gaping hole in the desert that led down to the menos forest below , the rumble in his stomach was no longer ignorable. Most would here silence when gazing down into the abyss , but the shrill sound of menos crying echoes upon marik's ears drool slowly starting to pool along the point of his beak.
(16) His brain seemed to be pulling a blank the whispering of the souls already within his gullet , screaming clawing for dominance. The noise was deafening within his mind , a choir of a billion throats crying out his name in rage and hate from within he just wanted quite to reclaim the silence...
(17) He would spread his wings diving into the hole , his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness as he watched what appeared to be a large scale feeding frenzy. He would do his best to avoid diving in. The reason for this was a simple one really , these feeding circles where the breeding ground of gillian being caught within was not a favorable outcome.
(18) When the mass of hollows come together due to frezies like this a gillian is formed , it would be a truly sad display for an adhuja to swallowed up in a tempets of souls due to a gillian being born. Marik was unsure what would become of him if he was subsumed but one thing he did know was quite clear.
(19) if he sought to eat his fill he would he need a plan of approach to pick off the weaker hollows on the fringes , the mightiest of the hollows sat at the center of this cluster of death. 'maybe i can drop a tree or two then attempt to aim for few Achilles tendons?' he would ponder to himself.
(20) He would let out a sigh as he spread his wings and began to fly around the area getting a good look at the hollows below , pushing his hunger back so he could take the most effective route to approach the enemy. He would take a scathing glance at the crowd once more as he developed an idea.
(2) Marik would ruffle his feathers as the breeze blew past scattering a few grains of sand at the base of his tree, as he looked up at the moon of Hueco Mundo his dark beady eyes once filled with a sense of longing now were simply dull. The ambitions that drove him to seek peak laziness.
(3) had led him down a spiraling chaotic hell of fighting for his existence, day in and day out an ever-shifting tide of non-stop war where the only relief was the darkness once his dreams took him to a land of delights. Sadly due to unforeseen events encountering the flamingo of lord stink eye.
(4) Marik could no longer sleep more than two to three hours; the sound of Riser's laugh echoing through his mind has cemented itself within his mental state. He would let out a sigh as he lowered his beak as he was perched on his branch, his gaze cast to the sand below.
(5) 'i haven't slept well in days....or has it been months' he would think to himself as he continued looking downward, he would let a light yawn escape his beak as he fluttered his wings. He knew he was on the verge of something much greater a higher form of being, yet it felt so far.
(6) from his reach like a moth dancing before an unholy flame the hunger within his stomach only seemed to grow with each sol that rested within his gullet. 'what even matters anymore?' he would think to himself reflecting on the many souls he had eaten.
(7) the only thing keeping him going was the thought that one day he would be strong enough that no one would wish to challenge him. He didn't remember much about his life before being a hollow, but he missed his hands and legs he longed to have some semblance of his old form back.
(8) if he kept eating he would eventually find attain a form that would be better suited to his own needs. He would slowly turn around from the moon and face the looming giant that stayed within this world never moving or changing, the grand structure known as los naches he never understood it's purpose.
(9) Nor if it was even real many had told him of this place a dwelling where only the most savage and brutal hollows dwelt. Rizers exact words flouring in his mind as he thought back on his words , the mand face blistered into his memory. ' Here currently the entirely of this place as a realm is called Hueco Mundo.
(10) Currently, we are at a place known as Menos Forest which is not too far from the White Desert. There are other minor places here in Hueco Mundo but above all, there is a place called Las Noches where the rulers of this realm stay. From the top it is the King of Las Noches, Right, and Left Hand of the King.
(11) Now below them is the Espada numbering from 1 to 10 one is said to be the strongest while ten is the weakest. Each Espada is considered an officer of the King's army each one on the level of me or weaker.' these were risers exact words the same words laced with such pompous arrogance.
(12) Marik would sigh as he hopped off the branch and began flying about once more turning his back on las noches the thought of riser sending chills down his spine. The thought that a man could ever be that arrogant astounded and boggled him , he viewed himself that highly was revolting.
(13) what makes things worse is the man was in a position of power. Marik longed for simpler times, times when he wasn't driven by the endless hunger within his soul , times when he could sleep for years to evade shinigami now he was a slave to his hunger and an unwilling victim of his own nightmares.
(14) Mariks wings would carry him far he would travel for days, eating his fair share of hollows along the way, those he did find often gave him a great deal of trouble but as long as he played to his strengths he found he could avoid the jaws of death relatively easy.
(15) He would eventually find a gaping hole in the desert that led down to the menos forest below , the rumble in his stomach was no longer ignorable. Most would here silence when gazing down into the abyss , but the shrill sound of menos crying echoes upon marik's ears drool slowly starting to pool along the point of his beak.
(16) His brain seemed to be pulling a blank the whispering of the souls already within his gullet , screaming clawing for dominance. The noise was deafening within his mind , a choir of a billion throats crying out his name in rage and hate from within he just wanted quite to reclaim the silence...
(17) He would spread his wings diving into the hole , his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness as he watched what appeared to be a large scale feeding frenzy. He would do his best to avoid diving in. The reason for this was a simple one really , these feeding circles where the breeding ground of gillian being caught within was not a favorable outcome.
(18) When the mass of hollows come together due to frezies like this a gillian is formed , it would be a truly sad display for an adhuja to swallowed up in a tempets of souls due to a gillian being born. Marik was unsure what would become of him if he was subsumed but one thing he did know was quite clear.
(19) if he sought to eat his fill he would he need a plan of approach to pick off the weaker hollows on the fringes , the mightiest of the hollows sat at the center of this cluster of death. 'maybe i can drop a tree or two then attempt to aim for few Achilles tendons?' he would ponder to himself.
(20) He would let out a sigh as he spread his wings and began to fly around the area getting a good look at the hollows below , pushing his hunger back so he could take the most effective route to approach the enemy. He would take a scathing glance at the crowd once more as he developed an idea.