Post by Eshin Sōtō on Jun 13, 2023 9:19:07 GMT -5
The hunger gnawed at Eshin's very core, an insatiable craving that consumed his thoughts and propelled him forward with an unrelenting drive. The cannibalization of hollows, feasting on their spiritual pressure alone, had failed to satiate his monstrous appetite. No, he yearned for something more. His mind fixated on the taste of human souls, the succulent essence of their fear-infused spiritual power. It was a delicacy beyond compare, a rush of ecstasy that coursed through his ethereal veins.
The memories of his recent visit to the school, the echo of their terrified cries, lingered in his consciousness like a haunting melody. The mere thought of those delectable morsels stirred his monstrous desires, pushing him further into the abyss of his insatiable hunger. He craved that intoxicating high once more, the rush of power that surged through him as he devoured their very souls. Yet, his visit was cut short by those with power far greater than his, from both the sides of the humans and those of his brethren alike. It was why he was forced to slink back into the shadows, hiding like a coward.
No longer. His hunger overcame him, and with it came the desperation to seek out his prey. With a silent determination, Eshin's elongated claws tore through the fabric of reality, carving a path into the World of the Living. Emerging in a desolate street of a residential district, the hollow found himself surrounded by empty homes. The stillness of the scene belied the bustling activity that usually inhabited these spaces. It seemed the denizens were absent, perhaps toiling away in their human routines. Yet, it mattered little to Eshin, for he was a predator, patient and calculating.
Lurking in the shadows of the lonesome street, the hollow's grotesque form blended seamlessly with the darkened alleys. His predatory instincts honed to a razor's edge, he waited with an eerie stillness, his senses attuned to the slightest stirrings of spiritual energy. Since his first battle with the scarlet-haired warrior after his rebirth as a hollow, his physical senses had waned and weakened. His ability to sense spiritual energy, however, had heightened to an even greater degree. With that, each and every passing soul became a potential target, an opportunity to feast upon their essence and fuel his insatiable hunger.
Time held little meaning for Eshin as he stood there, his hunger driving him forward, relentless and all-consuming. His eyes gleamed with a wicked anticipation, a ravenous glint that betrayed his monstrous nature. In this desolate street, he awaited the arrival of unsuspecting souls, ready to pounce upon them with an otherworldly ferocity. For Eshin knew that the taste of human souls was the ultimate nectar, a forbidden elixir that would grant him the power he so desperately craved.
The memories of his recent visit to the school, the echo of their terrified cries, lingered in his consciousness like a haunting melody. The mere thought of those delectable morsels stirred his monstrous desires, pushing him further into the abyss of his insatiable hunger. He craved that intoxicating high once more, the rush of power that surged through him as he devoured their very souls. Yet, his visit was cut short by those with power far greater than his, from both the sides of the humans and those of his brethren alike. It was why he was forced to slink back into the shadows, hiding like a coward.
No longer. His hunger overcame him, and with it came the desperation to seek out his prey. With a silent determination, Eshin's elongated claws tore through the fabric of reality, carving a path into the World of the Living. Emerging in a desolate street of a residential district, the hollow found himself surrounded by empty homes. The stillness of the scene belied the bustling activity that usually inhabited these spaces. It seemed the denizens were absent, perhaps toiling away in their human routines. Yet, it mattered little to Eshin, for he was a predator, patient and calculating.
Lurking in the shadows of the lonesome street, the hollow's grotesque form blended seamlessly with the darkened alleys. His predatory instincts honed to a razor's edge, he waited with an eerie stillness, his senses attuned to the slightest stirrings of spiritual energy. Since his first battle with the scarlet-haired warrior after his rebirth as a hollow, his physical senses had waned and weakened. His ability to sense spiritual energy, however, had heightened to an even greater degree. With that, each and every passing soul became a potential target, an opportunity to feast upon their essence and fuel his insatiable hunger.
Time held little meaning for Eshin as he stood there, his hunger driving him forward, relentless and all-consuming. His eyes gleamed with a wicked anticipation, a ravenous glint that betrayed his monstrous nature. In this desolate street, he awaited the arrival of unsuspecting souls, ready to pounce upon them with an otherworldly ferocity. For Eshin knew that the taste of human souls was the ultimate nectar, a forbidden elixir that would grant him the power he so desperately craved.