Post by Munemasa Iroka on Dec 6, 2023 1:00:46 GMT -5
Iroka had no idea why Shinigami considered Hollow hunting to be fun. Maybe she was wrong, but a good number of then felt it was a great endeavor to go to Earth and try their hands at fighting Hollows. Shinigami were such violent creatures. Then again, so was she. For all her pacifism, Iroka was aware that she had her own claws and teeth, so to speak, and she had used them time and again, especially when backed into a corner. Well, that wasn't all too surprising.
At present, she was on the trail of a Hollow. It was injured, but it had given her the slip. Not for long. She intended to find it and put it out of its misery, both for its good and that of the human world. After all, Hollows 'killed' by Shinigami were purged and sent to Soul Society to start a new life, as opposed to fighting and killing things either in the human world, or that horrid place known as Hueco Mundo. If what she had heard about it was true, there was white sand for miles. Sand was only fun on the beach. Hueco Mundo had no beaches.
A small smear of blood caught Iroka's attention. It was small, but it was clear, upon further investigation, that it had been larger before someone had tried to wipe it without proper tools. Almost certainly the Hollow. But this also informed Iroka that the creature was smarter than the average masked menace. It was actively trying to prevent her from finding it, rather than simply trying to get away. All the more reason the thing had to be purged. Intelligence in Hollows meant they were a step closer to evolution into the more dangerous versions of their kind. It would not be wise to allow it to escape.
Extrapolating, from the smear, the likely positioning of the fleeing Hollow, Iroka continued her chase. She saw another place where it had bled; this time it was a puddle. The creature had most likely sensed that she was gaining in on it, and was no longer trying to hide its trail. While this meant it was moving faster, it also meant Iroka could track it more easily. She increased her pace, her senses peeled as she searched for either the creature's mass, or another sign of its passing. The sooner she found it, the sooner she could be done with this sordid business.
In a way, Iroka pitied the Hollow. That it was hurt meant it was feeling pain. But she could not heal it. It wasn't like the Hollow would thank her for healing it, swear itself off harming people, and live out the rest of its days in Hollow Monastery or some such place. Iroka was certain that Hollows did not even have such a thing. She would be doing, not only herself, but the creature a favor, when she saw it. And see it she did. The large lizard-like creature was climbing a building. It hissed when it saw her, and turned to face the Shinigami, its wicked-looking claws at the ready.
"Would you be a darling and just die obediently? No? Well, at least I asked nicely."
At present, she was on the trail of a Hollow. It was injured, but it had given her the slip. Not for long. She intended to find it and put it out of its misery, both for its good and that of the human world. After all, Hollows 'killed' by Shinigami were purged and sent to Soul Society to start a new life, as opposed to fighting and killing things either in the human world, or that horrid place known as Hueco Mundo. If what she had heard about it was true, there was white sand for miles. Sand was only fun on the beach. Hueco Mundo had no beaches.
A small smear of blood caught Iroka's attention. It was small, but it was clear, upon further investigation, that it had been larger before someone had tried to wipe it without proper tools. Almost certainly the Hollow. But this also informed Iroka that the creature was smarter than the average masked menace. It was actively trying to prevent her from finding it, rather than simply trying to get away. All the more reason the thing had to be purged. Intelligence in Hollows meant they were a step closer to evolution into the more dangerous versions of their kind. It would not be wise to allow it to escape.
Extrapolating, from the smear, the likely positioning of the fleeing Hollow, Iroka continued her chase. She saw another place where it had bled; this time it was a puddle. The creature had most likely sensed that she was gaining in on it, and was no longer trying to hide its trail. While this meant it was moving faster, it also meant Iroka could track it more easily. She increased her pace, her senses peeled as she searched for either the creature's mass, or another sign of its passing. The sooner she found it, the sooner she could be done with this sordid business.
In a way, Iroka pitied the Hollow. That it was hurt meant it was feeling pain. But she could not heal it. It wasn't like the Hollow would thank her for healing it, swear itself off harming people, and live out the rest of its days in Hollow Monastery or some such place. Iroka was certain that Hollows did not even have such a thing. She would be doing, not only herself, but the creature a favor, when she saw it. And see it she did. The large lizard-like creature was climbing a building. It hissed when it saw her, and turned to face the Shinigami, its wicked-looking claws at the ready.
"Would you be a darling and just die obediently? No? Well, at least I asked nicely."