Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2023 1:41:28 GMT -5
The streets of Karakura were empty. A cold winter breeze howled through them, wrapping itself around telephone poles and traffic signs alike. It was almost eerie how void of people they were. Perhaps during summer, with better weather and less things to do, more humans would be out and about. But a cold, winter night, in the middle of the week? Few people were out in the streets at that hour, and even less would be able to sense, let alone see, the small wanderer that traversed them.
Taking one tiny step after another, a little Hollow ventured through the streets without making a sound. Its white mask, unlike so many others of its race, was void of any and all features save for two big circles that allowed one to peek into the darkness contained within. It had no mouth, for it had no voice. The rag with which it covered its pitch-black, almost void-like body fluttered with the cold breeze of the night. Something felt strange on its hand, if one could call its little black stubs such. Perhaps it was the lack of a weapon that made an uneasy feeling arise within? Still, this tiny Hollow, which we may call Caballero, kept going, over and over, always in search of something.
What that something was, even they did not know. After waking up in Hueco Mundo, Caballero had been confused. Confused about their own nature, about their own origin, about its circumstances. What was that place? What were the others? And, perhaps most importantly... what exactly were they? They were not given time to ponder any of life's most important questions; they were soon hunted down by the other creatures that lived in that strange world. Forced to scurry around to survive, taking advantage of its tiny size to hide into any nook and cranny of Hueco Mundo, Caballero managed to survive while keeping itself isolated. For a while, at least. Only after hours, or days, or weeks, or whatever time meant to a creature like them, had it experienced the hunger. A ceaseless voice that was less instinct for survival and more of a command to eat and devour, to grow stronger. For many Hollows, this voice was the bane and drive of their existance, the one that turned them into killing machines that clash against the Shinigami. For Caballero, however, that animalistic drive seemed far, far away. Silenced. Suppressed. It had taken far more time until it was so unbearable that it was forced to scavenge and eat one of its own kind. Again, unlike the rest of its peers, Caballero did not yearn for more.
Without that primal drive to consume and evolve, Caballero had aimlessly wandered the sands of Hueco Mundo. Whatever it was that they were seeking, they did not find it there, at least not so easily. By pure chance, they came across other Hollows. Instinct made them hide--they did not like those creatures, entirely unaware that it was one of them. From the crevice, it watched them use cross from Hueco Mundo into the Human World, craving for nourishment, for those souls that, unlike them, were not empty. Watching their method to disappear, Caballero instinctively fumbled around, trying to do the same. Hours were spent to no avail, with the little Hollow plopping onto the sand time and time again, only to push themselves back into their feet to give it another try. In the end, Caballero managed to copy--or, more accurately, to learn--Ulcera. Using it with the drive to 'escape' or 'get out', the little Hollow was soon pulled in by a place with strong concentrations of Reiatsu, the same place their kind was naturally driven toward: Karakura Town.
Caballero's steps came to a sudden halt. Hueco Mundo was far darker than the Human World, so even under a moonless sky, the tiny Hollow could easily take in the beautiful sight that was... a human park. Plain as could be, with just a couple of benches, a few trees around, some structures for children to play around in under the strict vigilance of their parents. Of course, Caballero did not understand what a park was, but coming from a world where things were nothing but sand or quartz made it naturally curious. The few remnants of icy snow crunched under its tiny legs, making it jump back in confusion, as if expecting a threat that never came. Then, it felt cold, colder than Hueco Mundo even. Surprised, the tiny Hollow poked the snow with its little leg a few more times before its attention was caught by something else that was lying around.
A small, malleable stick, nothing that could be damaging in any sort of way unless you were a human child. For some reason, the little Hollow instinctively reached forward, the black stub breaking into little tendrils to grab the stick, enveloping the 'hilt' in its darkness as if it actually came out from its body. Plucked from a nearby mound of snow, it was also cool to the touch, but nothing the Hollow could not handle. They stared at it with those big, black and seemingly empty eyes, as if their mind was trying to remember something. Driven by that feeling, Caballero moved the stick around slowly, tilting their perhaps-oversized head in curiosity. Then, they took a more forceful movement, a swing to the left. Whoosh, the branch sang with the wind.
Something lit up inside Caballero.
That one swing turned to another, and then a third one. To the right, to the left, to the right again. Still, it felt weak, flimsy. As if it was lacking something. "One stroke. Both hands above the head", a voice from a distant memory echoed inside them. Doing such, Caballero brought the stick down with force, stopping it, and waiting one second before bringing it up again. Then, a footstep to the right. A second one to cut the distance and reposition. A few moments later, the tiny Hollow had begun to drill a very simple Zanjutsu technique. Far from flawless, their execution would seem like a child waving around a toy attempting to play warrior, endearing if not taken seriously, pathetic otherwise. However, the more they repeated the movement, the more they became sharper. Soon, that was not the innocent swing of a child, but the fundamentally flawed attempt of a failed academy student.
Caballero danced around the park with the little stick in their hand, still invisible for those spiritually unaware, but far from stealthy for those who were, be them their own kind... or Shinigami.
Taking one tiny step after another, a little Hollow ventured through the streets without making a sound. Its white mask, unlike so many others of its race, was void of any and all features save for two big circles that allowed one to peek into the darkness contained within. It had no mouth, for it had no voice. The rag with which it covered its pitch-black, almost void-like body fluttered with the cold breeze of the night. Something felt strange on its hand, if one could call its little black stubs such. Perhaps it was the lack of a weapon that made an uneasy feeling arise within? Still, this tiny Hollow, which we may call Caballero, kept going, over and over, always in search of something.
What that something was, even they did not know. After waking up in Hueco Mundo, Caballero had been confused. Confused about their own nature, about their own origin, about its circumstances. What was that place? What were the others? And, perhaps most importantly... what exactly were they? They were not given time to ponder any of life's most important questions; they were soon hunted down by the other creatures that lived in that strange world. Forced to scurry around to survive, taking advantage of its tiny size to hide into any nook and cranny of Hueco Mundo, Caballero managed to survive while keeping itself isolated. For a while, at least. Only after hours, or days, or weeks, or whatever time meant to a creature like them, had it experienced the hunger. A ceaseless voice that was less instinct for survival and more of a command to eat and devour, to grow stronger. For many Hollows, this voice was the bane and drive of their existance, the one that turned them into killing machines that clash against the Shinigami. For Caballero, however, that animalistic drive seemed far, far away. Silenced. Suppressed. It had taken far more time until it was so unbearable that it was forced to scavenge and eat one of its own kind. Again, unlike the rest of its peers, Caballero did not yearn for more.
Without that primal drive to consume and evolve, Caballero had aimlessly wandered the sands of Hueco Mundo. Whatever it was that they were seeking, they did not find it there, at least not so easily. By pure chance, they came across other Hollows. Instinct made them hide--they did not like those creatures, entirely unaware that it was one of them. From the crevice, it watched them use cross from Hueco Mundo into the Human World, craving for nourishment, for those souls that, unlike them, were not empty. Watching their method to disappear, Caballero instinctively fumbled around, trying to do the same. Hours were spent to no avail, with the little Hollow plopping onto the sand time and time again, only to push themselves back into their feet to give it another try. In the end, Caballero managed to copy--or, more accurately, to learn--Ulcera. Using it with the drive to 'escape' or 'get out', the little Hollow was soon pulled in by a place with strong concentrations of Reiatsu, the same place their kind was naturally driven toward: Karakura Town.
Caballero's steps came to a sudden halt. Hueco Mundo was far darker than the Human World, so even under a moonless sky, the tiny Hollow could easily take in the beautiful sight that was... a human park. Plain as could be, with just a couple of benches, a few trees around, some structures for children to play around in under the strict vigilance of their parents. Of course, Caballero did not understand what a park was, but coming from a world where things were nothing but sand or quartz made it naturally curious. The few remnants of icy snow crunched under its tiny legs, making it jump back in confusion, as if expecting a threat that never came. Then, it felt cold, colder than Hueco Mundo even. Surprised, the tiny Hollow poked the snow with its little leg a few more times before its attention was caught by something else that was lying around.
A small, malleable stick, nothing that could be damaging in any sort of way unless you were a human child. For some reason, the little Hollow instinctively reached forward, the black stub breaking into little tendrils to grab the stick, enveloping the 'hilt' in its darkness as if it actually came out from its body. Plucked from a nearby mound of snow, it was also cool to the touch, but nothing the Hollow could not handle. They stared at it with those big, black and seemingly empty eyes, as if their mind was trying to remember something. Driven by that feeling, Caballero moved the stick around slowly, tilting their perhaps-oversized head in curiosity. Then, they took a more forceful movement, a swing to the left. Whoosh, the branch sang with the wind.
Something lit up inside Caballero.
That one swing turned to another, and then a third one. To the right, to the left, to the right again. Still, it felt weak, flimsy. As if it was lacking something. "One stroke. Both hands above the head", a voice from a distant memory echoed inside them. Doing such, Caballero brought the stick down with force, stopping it, and waiting one second before bringing it up again. Then, a footstep to the right. A second one to cut the distance and reposition. A few moments later, the tiny Hollow had begun to drill a very simple Zanjutsu technique. Far from flawless, their execution would seem like a child waving around a toy attempting to play warrior, endearing if not taken seriously, pathetic otherwise. However, the more they repeated the movement, the more they became sharper. Soon, that was not the innocent swing of a child, but the fundamentally flawed attempt of a failed academy student.
Caballero danced around the park with the little stick in their hand, still invisible for those spiritually unaware, but far from stealthy for those who were, be them their own kind... or Shinigami.