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Post by Tsajara Dread on Jul 12, 2014 22:15:48 GMT -5
Dread grunted as she made it out into the blinding sands of some sort of massive artificial sun. The sand was the same, and white towers filled the entire area. But the sun was just insane, for someone who was used to being in the moonlight alone she was quite surprised when she finally made it out of the storage area. She of course had expected to meet resistance but so far she hadn't met anyone really. Was there something going on? She had expected SOME sort of security, though she supposed chances were she was simply being watched, though by who she'd probably never know. Or maybe just not want to know.
After several hours of walking she took a brief break, sighing as she looked up into the air. Many of the buildings had long bridges connecting the structures, and perhaps there were even underground tunnels to connect them all. But for now she simply headed for the closest tower, hoping to get back inside and out of the sun, or at the very least see if she could find one of the inhabitants.
One after another the weak Adjuchas fell before the Beast King, but battling against weaklings had only provided so much entertainment. So now, all there was to do was to rest after being drained of his stamina and appeal of feeding. The two girls he had been with stayed behind for a bit while they were "wrapping" up some things. He had already had his fill of meat this day, so there was not much to do but to rest for while before returning to the hunt. It had been a while since Adrastos had feasted so much. Spending a large amount of time hunting in the White Desert made it difficult to procure a decent meal, but now here in the basement of Las Noches made feeding more accessible to the beast.
In fact there was no honor in taking on the weak, even if it involved satisfying a craving. The sole reason that he remained on these premises was because of the two children. Easy hunts here in Las Noches did not suit the beast's tastes. He had to return to his own territory to rule for Las Noches had its own king, and one that Adrastos was not willing to comply with. However, for the twins sake, he shall remain for now. Not knowing which direction was which the tyrant lizard continued to march down the halls of the massive fortress.
Adrastos never did have a great sense of direction for he was constantly led by his hunger and minor instincts. However, this time they had directed him to a surprisingly discover. A lone humanoid hollow. Similar to the twins, this one was female. Pale white skin with ragged torn clothing. At a distance the woman appeared as a young man, probably from the bad eye sight with his low senses, but the more he focused in on the small figure allowed the beast to make out the womanish figure.
The forty foot Adjuchas' narrow eyes tracked the small Arrancar enter the tall doorway of the white fortress from the shadows. It would not be long for the woman to glance at the beast from the shadows. Why wouldn't she, he was tyrannosaurus for crying out loud. The constant rumbling from the back of his throat and echoing hissing each time he exhaled could not be ignored. Like hiding an elephant in a library. There was no point in hiding in the shadows. With only three thunderous steps the Adjuchas towered over the small Arrancar with opened jaws.
Engaging in a fight now would not bother the beast but only entice his hunger once more. At the same time it would go against his honor to attack someone who had not provoked him. Adrastos did not know who this woman is or who she was with. For now the King of Beasts shall remain on guard. Speaking with a broken sentence he speaks,"Who. . are you?"
Post by Tsajara Dread on Jul 13, 2014 2:08:45 GMT -5
It took only a brief moment for Dread to come to a very abrupt halt as she noticed the enormous adjuchas standing before her, lofting a brow curiously as to why one of them would be in Las Noches. Wasn't this more of an Arrancar sot of place? Then again she knew jack shit about the place and it's policies, so what the fuck would she know about who was and wasn't allowed? The whole thing was one big kick in the moral reasoning. Not only that but the thing was speaking rather than attacking of all things, something rather rare even for her.
She took a moment, glancing from the beast's impressive claws, all the way back up to that fearsome mask of his. It was by no means a hollow she would want to meet in a dark alley, and this dark room was about as close to an alley as there was in this weird place. She took a brief moment to consider her options and eventually opted to simply engage the individual verbally and hope for the best. "An arrancar. Tsajahara Tsejrina Dreadjaw." She stated simply, for once in a VERY long time using her full name. Not that she felt any obligation or need to be overly civil, even if she did keep a considerably civil tone, she showed no fear toward the beast, and remained quite calm as she looked up to his ghastly mask.
Off-handedy, she wondered how much he weighed, considering there were undoubtedly floors below this one. The architects certainly knew what they were doing, even as fit as the beast was there was no way any normal building material should have been holding his weight. Unless of course the floors were simply incredibly thick. Hmmmm.
This Tsajahara woman did not appear to be one of Los Noches' lackeys nor with any other unknown individuals. The rags that the woman dons on her pale figure show that she holds no allegiance any group and possibly roaming on her own. Or perhaps it is a false mask to conceal her true identity. To this point in his own existence he has learned that Las Noches shrouds the truth through lies, greed, and is controlled through power. Whoever this Tsajahara Arrancar is, she will not gain the upper hand on the King of Beasts.
"Adrastos. .," the tyrant Hollow speaks in a grumbling tone, ". . Adrastos, King of White Desert. Adrastos, King of all Beasts." So full of pride the Adjuchas speaks out his title, of course he would, for no one has ever matched his strength. Although he may be an Adjuchas his physical strength rivals that of any Vasto Lordes or Arrancars. But this tiny feeble woman stands before the beast King calm and collected. "Not bad". Few words but sums up the jist of the situation. Very few have ever stood their ground against the beast, for all have cowered at the massive size of the Adjuchas. Taking a few steps toward the young Arrancar to the point where he was able to get a nice whiff of the woman's gloomy scent that was fabricated from the White Desert.
The Hollow continued to create a rumbling growl deep in the back of his throat as he analyzed the small figure. Like a dog sniffing its Master for a treat Adrastos was enabling the same treatment but for a different purpose. "Why. . . here?" A simple question really. The animal did not know the woman's purpose for being at Las Noches. As well for himself too. Perhaps this puny woman could be an ally? Or perhaps an enemy. Should she side with Las Noches King, then she will be against him and what Hueco Mundo should really be. If so, it will offer him great pleasure to destroy those that serve that man.
On the other hand if she was not, then a potential sister in arms. Who knows really? "Serve Las Noches? . . . Adrastos stand alone."