Post by Miranda Frost on Feb 5, 2016 15:32:18 GMT -5
A week has passed since Tela's arrival into the world of hollows, Hueco Mundo, and every day seemed like a living Hell. It seemed there was no end to the amount of hunters and vultures that came after Tela and her Master. Hungry and unrelenting, they would not stop until they were devoured themselves by the Queen. Miranda's nature dictated her to attempt to protect the Queen, though Jyuria would have none of it. Tela was too weak still, perhaps even weaker than she was as a Shinigami. Perhaps even a mere human could destroy what had become of Tela. It was shameful, to be forced to lean on Jyuria for protection, but it was all she could do to survive. For an entire weak she stood by her side, watching as her Goddess grew and evolved before her eyes. It was a grand specticle, though the fresh hollow that looked up to her was torn by it. One half of her admired and felt proud to serve someone as strong as she, while the other half suffered due to the slow healing her body was forced to endure.
Miranda's mind had surrendered to the bandaged Queen, and her soul succumbed, so why was her body resisting and how? It wouldn't be too long, she hoped, until this resistance was wiped away. She still felt too much like a shinigami to bear, despite the near overwhelming hunger eating at her. Her clawed hands traced into the fine sand of the Hueco Mundo desert. This change of environment suited her much better than the crowded buildings of the sereitei. For the most part it was quite, save for the occasional sounds of battle and howling of battlecries piercing the air. At times it was peaceful beyond one's belief but at other times it was chaos.
For example, Tela and Jyuria had just been ambushed by a few feral, mindless hollows. Tela herself had been forced to defend herself despite her weak state with her Master completely occupied. The wolf-like hollow had completely ripped her wing in half and clawed gashes up and down her arms and chest, even managing to crack her mask. Had it not been for Jyuria's intervention, breaking the wolf's offensive barrage and allowing Tela to strike a decisive blow, Tela would not have survived. Even now that hours have passed since the skirmish, she sat at her Master's side, letting her wounds slowly heal. They had found sancuary in cave partially submerged in a white dune. By suppressing their reiatsu, they would likely be overlooked.
In her arms she cradled her torn off wing, its feathers falling away. It was her punishment for not being strong enough to defend herself, though it could have been worse. Tela had eaten very little since her conversion, and yet before them they had amassed a pile of hollows, dragged from the battle site here. If it weren't for Tela's courtesy, she might have given into her hunger and dove in to the pile of twisted hollow parts and bodies. As underfed as she was, Jyuria would always be the first. Her silver eyes narrowed on the pile, her claws digging into her dismembered wing.
Before she caught herself, her mask had already split at the mouth-line, her long reptilian-like tongue tracing the sharp edges of her mask's improvised "teeth". It would be so good right now to devour those that fell before them. She could only imagine how it would feel. Would they have flesh and muscle as tough as her first meal? Or would they be soft and spongy? Maybe neither, maybe both. It didn't really matter, as Tela would eat anything her Master would allow her. She brought her wing to her her mouth's opening, her drenching tongue tracing over her wing's feathers. They were soft and light, hard to tell that they were even there. She growled at herself and drew her mouth's appendage back in, closing her mouth.
"My Queen... My Master, shall we Feast?", the hollow asked, her silver eyes tracing from the large pile of hollows up to her Master's mask. She didn't look back down, at least she didn't think she did. Tela couldn't imagine what was running through her mind, but it didn't matter. Tela only wished that her Master was pleased with the outcome, overlooking Tela's weakness. Tela's heart would have been racing had she had one with the excitement of her first real feast with her Master. She shuffled her legs beneath her, her knees digging into the sand. Tela bowed low and raised her wing to Jyuria. "Please Master, Take my wing as an appetizer", she requested, the idea of a piece of herself becoming one with the greatness that was Master Jyuria pleasing Tela immensely.
Miranda's mind had surrendered to the bandaged Queen, and her soul succumbed, so why was her body resisting and how? It wouldn't be too long, she hoped, until this resistance was wiped away. She still felt too much like a shinigami to bear, despite the near overwhelming hunger eating at her. Her clawed hands traced into the fine sand of the Hueco Mundo desert. This change of environment suited her much better than the crowded buildings of the sereitei. For the most part it was quite, save for the occasional sounds of battle and howling of battlecries piercing the air. At times it was peaceful beyond one's belief but at other times it was chaos.
For example, Tela and Jyuria had just been ambushed by a few feral, mindless hollows. Tela herself had been forced to defend herself despite her weak state with her Master completely occupied. The wolf-like hollow had completely ripped her wing in half and clawed gashes up and down her arms and chest, even managing to crack her mask. Had it not been for Jyuria's intervention, breaking the wolf's offensive barrage and allowing Tela to strike a decisive blow, Tela would not have survived. Even now that hours have passed since the skirmish, she sat at her Master's side, letting her wounds slowly heal. They had found sancuary in cave partially submerged in a white dune. By suppressing their reiatsu, they would likely be overlooked.
In her arms she cradled her torn off wing, its feathers falling away. It was her punishment for not being strong enough to defend herself, though it could have been worse. Tela had eaten very little since her conversion, and yet before them they had amassed a pile of hollows, dragged from the battle site here. If it weren't for Tela's courtesy, she might have given into her hunger and dove in to the pile of twisted hollow parts and bodies. As underfed as she was, Jyuria would always be the first. Her silver eyes narrowed on the pile, her claws digging into her dismembered wing.
Before she caught herself, her mask had already split at the mouth-line, her long reptilian-like tongue tracing the sharp edges of her mask's improvised "teeth". It would be so good right now to devour those that fell before them. She could only imagine how it would feel. Would they have flesh and muscle as tough as her first meal? Or would they be soft and spongy? Maybe neither, maybe both. It didn't really matter, as Tela would eat anything her Master would allow her. She brought her wing to her her mouth's opening, her drenching tongue tracing over her wing's feathers. They were soft and light, hard to tell that they were even there. She growled at herself and drew her mouth's appendage back in, closing her mouth.
"My Queen... My Master, shall we Feast?", the hollow asked, her silver eyes tracing from the large pile of hollows up to her Master's mask. She didn't look back down, at least she didn't think she did. Tela couldn't imagine what was running through her mind, but it didn't matter. Tela only wished that her Master was pleased with the outcome, overlooking Tela's weakness. Tela's heart would have been racing had she had one with the excitement of her first real feast with her Master. She shuffled her legs beneath her, her knees digging into the sand. Tela bowed low and raised her wing to Jyuria. "Please Master, Take my wing as an appetizer", she requested, the idea of a piece of herself becoming one with the greatness that was Master Jyuria pleasing Tela immensely.