Post by Ønsket on Aug 8, 2024 5:13:40 GMT -5
The animalistic Hollow thrashed within its bindings, in equal parts due to its escaping prey and the fact the region around it was currently burning to ash. The spiritual entity could feel the burns start to form on its now cold and slightly sore form. Yet, that did not stop it from thrashing, biting, and writhing until the binds broke. After all, it faced the imminent threat of being cooked alive if it didn't break free. But, fortunately for it, its story wouldn't be ending so soon.
The Hollow dashed out of the flames as the Reiastu ropes shatter into dust, residue fire catching onto its coat while it does so. The creature's mind was a whirlwind of panic and hunger as it continued to leap after the first jump. Its legs were softly cooked due to its own flames. However, those limbs were still capable of moving despite that. A real blessing of the Hollow biology, it seems. Those remarked legs dashed through dank and equally as dark tunnels as its slightly charred nose tried to follow the scent of the smoking Shinigami.
The scent of cooked flesh was quite easy to follow. However, the scent of rot, sudden and overpowering, quickly diverted its attention. Its eyeless sockets stared down at the bounty of free souls; some likely already had noticed its wild and frantic movements. That, of course, wouldn't mean much for them in the end. The Shinigami slipped from its thoughts as the battered mind of the Hollow fixated on the souls, too exhausted and ravenous to devote its attention to the hot meat, despite its usual personal craving for such.
So, its maw opened wide as it jumped to the closest soul, jaws snapping soon after around the target's neck with voracious ferocity. The cold Hollow displays no aesthetic of full body consumption. Instead, it rips chunk after chunk from the prey for its small mouth to consume. Its hooves digging deeply into the soul's body to ensure it couldn't escape as it ripped the soul to pieces, consuming each one with ever increasing madness. Its eyeless sockets scan once or twice while it feasts, too, seemingly to take account of any danger. Yet, those pauses only last a second before it continues to swallow and chew.
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The scent of cooked flesh was quite easy to follow. However, the scent of rot, sudden and overpowering, quickly diverted its attention. Its eyeless sockets stared down at the bounty of free souls; some likely already had noticed its wild and frantic movements. That, of course, wouldn't mean much for them in the end. The Shinigami slipped from its thoughts as the battered mind of the Hollow fixated on the souls, too exhausted and ravenous to devote its attention to the hot meat, despite its usual personal craving for such.
So, its maw opened wide as it jumped to the closest soul, jaws snapping soon after around the target's neck with voracious ferocity. The cold Hollow displays no aesthetic of full body consumption. Instead, it rips chunk after chunk from the prey for its small mouth to consume. Its hooves digging deeply into the soul's body to ensure it couldn't escape as it ripped the soul to pieces, consuming each one with ever increasing madness. Its eyeless sockets scan once or twice while it feasts, too, seemingly to take account of any danger. Yet, those pauses only last a second before it continues to swallow and chew.
