Kuvello
Member
Black and White.
The infinite expanse.
The everlasting dichotomy.
Man and beast.
Plus and minus.
Yin and Yang.
These were but a selection of parallels one could use to describe the Realm of Preta;( प्रेत, Lit. Hungry Ghost), most commonly known as Hueco Mundo. The white crystalline sands, housing the wild beasts that roam them in eternal hunger, in search of anything that would fill the void each one was forced to carry. The black sky, imposing a perpetual darkness, save for the large crescent that hung in the sky above established a sense of timelessness.
In this world, if ones despair did not kill them, then something or someone else would. Such was the fate of such a realm as this. Dynasties formed by evolutionary outliers were the only record used to keep the time for the inhabitants in Hueco Mundo. Natural borne leaders assumed the top of the food chain, amassing sympathizers who sought for a change. Those who disagreed were wiped out, those who questioned bowed their heads if nothing else but for the sake to live.
To lead, or be led. To kill or be devoured. Such were the only laws in the vast expansion that was Hueco Mundo. Laws governed by the ungovernable, solely by instinct.
Since the fall of Las Noches after the Unhallowed Wars, the inhabitants of Hueco Mundo have been fractured. Since the untimely defeat of Esmerelda, the Seireitei -- Namely the Fifth Division has been tasked with keeping tabs on the occupants of Hueco for centuries now. Being careful to extinguish any flame that may glow too brightly, or spread too vigorously; The Fifth was tasked to prevent another uprising that sought rival the ferocity of the former power that was Las Noches. Because of this, the only factions of hollows that have been allowed to form are those who claim to be passive in nature, culture groups if you would. Groups such as La Soberanía.
Scandal
"Don't let him get away!"
"I've lost sight of him, I can't sense his presence either!"
"Someone needs to report this to Headquar- ACK!"
"Genjima-san!"
A squad of unseated survey corp. shinigami would find themselves at the mercy of an unseen foe. What began as an investigation for finding the cause for the number of rifts that riddled the sky above was becoming a culling. Suddenly a emerald green thread would pierce through the air like that of a marksman, as it impaled it's intended target through the chest. The surprise of the impact causing the victim to fold as he collapsed to his knees on the ground.
"W-what the hell is this thing! I-I can feel my power draining from my body!"
*Wzzzzz-Shunk*
The hook and tackle that once impaled the man was now reeled away, and with it an orb composed of the shinigami's energy, as he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
"Whatever this thing is, it's picking us off one by one!"
"Fuck this, I'm not dying out here today!"
As the Shinigami ran back toward the destination of which the group had wandered from another he'd seemingly be cut down by a blurred figure as it performed Sonido, killing the Shinigami brutally in a display that was uncharacteristic to it's previous behavior, when the initial picking began.
"Asagiri!"
The sound of footsteps would emerge from behind the Shinigami as the hunter approached the feeble and scared Fifth Division member. The sound of the sand crunching under sandals as a shadowed figure possessing illuminated green cat-like eyes now stood behind the prostrated, groveling Shinigami.
"Seems like its just the two of us now. I hope for your sake your Reiryoku tastes better than your friends, it's been a while since I've had the pleasure of tasting some really potent willpower...Though if I had to guess, I would surmise the stock you possess is becoming spoiled by the second....Tell me are you afraid?"
The Shinigami would let out a yell as he found himself becoming impaled from behind, the obsidian rod of the hunter pierced through his abdomen as a crimson liquid began to seep into his black shihakusho, staining it darker. The man's disgruntled voice gave way to the sound of flesh tearing and bones breaking, as the cylindrical rod cleaved upward. In a labored severing of his collarbone and skull, the Shinigami's lifeless body became a fountain of ambrosia, as it spewed blood into the air.
Licking his lips, the beast would vanish briefly before reappearing beside one of the fallen victims, as he wiped the blood from his face and zanpakuto.
Looking to the sky the green-eyed figure would extend his palm outward, as the formation of cracks began to appear in the sky. Silently, the curtains of reality would become split as a giant gaping maw began to manifest, revealing a white and blue sky, as the sunlight from the World of the Living shone down upon the figure, illuminating him in a golden light.
"Seventy-seven...or was it seventy-eight? Seventy-six? Guess I might've skipped a few numbers while killing those guys...Whoops."
The arrancar's figure would vanish in a disrupting blur, not a single grain of sand disturbed in his disappearance. The crime scene, while clean, save from one victim would soon become erased with the arrival of wandering gillian-class hollow, of which the yell would have surely summoned, if not the scent of blood. Such was to be expected in a place as this after all. As he traversed his way across the sands the arrancar would begin to zero in on another location, to stitch yet another scene into his makeshift patchwork sky. This would surely get him some unwanted attention, however he hoped that in doing this would symbolize an overture of the current regime. Even as a creature who focused on exercising extreme caution, this grandiose display would prove to be useful in both terms of getting a message out to the masses, as well as exercising his ability to surpass his limits in both generating and holding the rifts open. Though should he find himself at the exhaustion point of his ability, he would simply close them all at once.
The infinite expanse.
The everlasting dichotomy.
Man and beast.
Plus and minus.
Yin and Yang.
These were but a selection of parallels one could use to describe the Realm of Preta;( प्रेत, Lit. Hungry Ghost), most commonly known as Hueco Mundo. The white crystalline sands, housing the wild beasts that roam them in eternal hunger, in search of anything that would fill the void each one was forced to carry. The black sky, imposing a perpetual darkness, save for the large crescent that hung in the sky above established a sense of timelessness.
In this world, if ones despair did not kill them, then something or someone else would. Such was the fate of such a realm as this. Dynasties formed by evolutionary outliers were the only record used to keep the time for the inhabitants in Hueco Mundo. Natural borne leaders assumed the top of the food chain, amassing sympathizers who sought for a change. Those who disagreed were wiped out, those who questioned bowed their heads if nothing else but for the sake to live.
To lead, or be led. To kill or be devoured. Such were the only laws in the vast expansion that was Hueco Mundo. Laws governed by the ungovernable, solely by instinct.
Since the fall of Las Noches after the Unhallowed Wars, the inhabitants of Hueco Mundo have been fractured. Since the untimely defeat of Esmerelda, the Seireitei -- Namely the Fifth Division has been tasked with keeping tabs on the occupants of Hueco for centuries now. Being careful to extinguish any flame that may glow too brightly, or spread too vigorously; The Fifth was tasked to prevent another uprising that sought rival the ferocity of the former power that was Las Noches. Because of this, the only factions of hollows that have been allowed to form are those who claim to be passive in nature, culture groups if you would. Groups such as La Soberanía.
Scandal
"Don't let him get away!"
"I've lost sight of him, I can't sense his presence either!"
"Someone needs to report this to Headquar- ACK!"
"Genjima-san!"
A squad of unseated survey corp. shinigami would find themselves at the mercy of an unseen foe. What began as an investigation for finding the cause for the number of rifts that riddled the sky above was becoming a culling. Suddenly a emerald green thread would pierce through the air like that of a marksman, as it impaled it's intended target through the chest. The surprise of the impact causing the victim to fold as he collapsed to his knees on the ground.
"W-what the hell is this thing! I-I can feel my power draining from my body!"
*Wzzzzz-Shunk*
The hook and tackle that once impaled the man was now reeled away, and with it an orb composed of the shinigami's energy, as he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
"Whatever this thing is, it's picking us off one by one!"
"Fuck this, I'm not dying out here today!"
As the Shinigami ran back toward the destination of which the group had wandered from another he'd seemingly be cut down by a blurred figure as it performed Sonido, killing the Shinigami brutally in a display that was uncharacteristic to it's previous behavior, when the initial picking began.
"Asagiri!"
The sound of footsteps would emerge from behind the Shinigami as the hunter approached the feeble and scared Fifth Division member. The sound of the sand crunching under sandals as a shadowed figure possessing illuminated green cat-like eyes now stood behind the prostrated, groveling Shinigami.
"Seems like its just the two of us now. I hope for your sake your Reiryoku tastes better than your friends, it's been a while since I've had the pleasure of tasting some really potent willpower...Though if I had to guess, I would surmise the stock you possess is becoming spoiled by the second....Tell me are you afraid?"
The Shinigami would let out a yell as he found himself becoming impaled from behind, the obsidian rod of the hunter pierced through his abdomen as a crimson liquid began to seep into his black shihakusho, staining it darker. The man's disgruntled voice gave way to the sound of flesh tearing and bones breaking, as the cylindrical rod cleaved upward. In a labored severing of his collarbone and skull, the Shinigami's lifeless body became a fountain of ambrosia, as it spewed blood into the air.
Licking his lips, the beast would vanish briefly before reappearing beside one of the fallen victims, as he wiped the blood from his face and zanpakuto.
Looking to the sky the green-eyed figure would extend his palm outward, as the formation of cracks began to appear in the sky. Silently, the curtains of reality would become split as a giant gaping maw began to manifest, revealing a white and blue sky, as the sunlight from the World of the Living shone down upon the figure, illuminating him in a golden light.
"Seventy-seven...or was it seventy-eight? Seventy-six? Guess I might've skipped a few numbers while killing those guys...Whoops."
The arrancar's figure would vanish in a disrupting blur, not a single grain of sand disturbed in his disappearance. The crime scene, while clean, save from one victim would soon become erased with the arrival of wandering gillian-class hollow, of which the yell would have surely summoned, if not the scent of blood. Such was to be expected in a place as this after all. As he traversed his way across the sands the arrancar would begin to zero in on another location, to stitch yet another scene into his makeshift patchwork sky. This would surely get him some unwanted attention, however he hoped that in doing this would symbolize an overture of the current regime. Even as a creature who focused on exercising extreme caution, this grandiose display would prove to be useful in both terms of getting a message out to the masses, as well as exercising his ability to surpass his limits in both generating and holding the rifts open. Though should he find himself at the exhaustion point of his ability, he would simply close them all at once.
