Post by Valentin Acciai on Aug 18, 2017 13:26:00 GMT -5
Training for TTP
It had been months since his encounter with that Harpy Arrancar now and her flesh had served him well. No more time than to heal his injuries and his body had begun to shift, his flesh had pulsed and contorted painfully, masses of black and white goop had seeped from his eyes and mouth and drowned him from the world. Yes as the time he had thought himself dying by the means of some unknown ability but when his body stopped aching and light once more reached his eyes he bore witness to what he had become.
A Gillian, A menos Grande, a clumsy and slow being which took effort just to move forwards. He whom had desired agility and haste to catch up with his foes was slower than any before and while it had bothered him he had also been proud at that moment. He, the lowly hollow Valentin Acciai was a sentient Gillian! He could not have expressed his happiness with any other form of exhilaration to the fact than to howl loudly in that stereotypical sound, echoing throughout the forest due to his massive frame and having scared a lesser hollow witless at the time.
since that celebratory moment he had done nothing but hunt Demihollow and Gillians alike for all of these months until he arrived at today. Now at this very moment his teeth dug into the black, tasteless flesh of a fellow although mindless Gillian, biting it's throat out whilst using that thin and frail looking arm of his to push it's head back to render it unable to defend itself with a Cero. Slowly it tipped over just like a tree being felled and had Valentin not have done it so many times before he might've echoed the word ''timber'' throughout the forest with his deep, deafening voice.
He could hear the high pitched sound of a Cero building up which put him on alert, spying another Gillian that had been clouded from his vision behind one of the forest's many pillars. The red beam building up and suddenly shrinking the significantly slower than usual Valentin rushed to enter an Ulcera, the beam narrowly missing as the last bit of his flesh hid within the valley of screams. Just as slowly as he had entered he got out from behind the other Gillian which had already managed to forget about his presence, only having acted out of the smallest shred of instinct for self preservation when seeing another of it's kin being killed. Now that one too shared that fate as Valentin chomped off a part of it's neck.
Everything he did was so dull and slow now, he even had trouble making words although he had found no opportunity to be chatty regardless with the feeding frenzy he had been in. Still, he was happy that his mind was intact and well, not suffering the dimwittedness most often witnessed in Menos Grande. Pondering this he noticed the taste in his mouth was all funny, some form of poison? quickly he spat out the piece, pushing it out quickly with his tongue but noticed much too soon that it was much too late were it the case as a figurative burning fire spread from his veins and infected his being. The pain he was feeling was immense and he could not think of any way to halt it's progress.
Followed by this burning sensation as he looked down upon his black cloaked body he noticed the pulsing of veins all along his figure followed by strange swellings. The swelling growing at a rapid pace it did not take long for his being to bloat until his face was pushed upwards by the strange phenomenon be it poison or whatever it was. Panicked he even tried to push and flee from his own failing body forgetting that he was attached by a spine like all creatures, thinking himself fine if just a head. He wasn't thinking clearly anymore and soon after he wasn't thinking at all as the world blackened before his eyes and his consciousness faded to a temporary jumble.
-75 Ulcera
925/1000 Reiatsu
2 Class 5 Gillian Consumed