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From Ashes Once More. [Open]
Thu Sep 28, 2017 1:09 pm
Hueco Mundo, the land of hollows. Once in the past it had been ruled by a terrifying figure, a skeletal being that had lorded over the land of hollows since times immemorial. However, this being had vanished into the annals of history. However on this day, over the confines of a ruined past, of las noches, the land that once embodied the power of hollows a figure appeared. Their face was weathered with time, their heavy set build exuded a dominance, that demanded all bow down and be subservient before it. This was not a power that asked for obedience, instead it demanded it.
Upon this figure's head rest a crown of bone, one that identified him as an arrancar. His wild white hair and thick bushy mustache adorned his face and gave him the appearance of a barbarian, a wild menace to society. Their one good eye with it’s gold-brown hue pierced the darkness and was illuminated by the moonlight, it glanced at the ruins below his frown hidden by that heavy mustache, yet scowl lines visibly would soon adorn his weathered and scarred face.
”Hmph”
He harrumphed in disdain for the land of hollows, disdain for what once was his sacred land, his kingdom without end! This thunderous sound echoed violently in the air as the double sided battle axe that rested upon his shoulder shifted and was hoisted until the male's arm was pointing directly into the air above.
”Pitiful vermin, relying on the aid of lesser species.”
His voice was thick of condescension, and the male's arm jerked down with such force that the air surrounding the axe rippled, the kinetic energy smashing into the side of las-noches with such force that the remainder of this ruined castle was reduced beyond it’s broken state to simply a pile of sand and pebbles. Only after everything was destroyed did the man raised the axe up once more to rest it upon his shoulder, his actions leasurily as if he had just taken out trash.
”..It’s time to set these young upstarts straight.”
Barragan's tone was gravely as he spoke, a tinge of anger flavoring his voice. The only thing that would show the rage that was smoldering just below the surface. Hueco mundo was His domain. How dare these insects not only take it from him, but also desecrate it.
Just like aizen. .
Baraggans thoughts strayed to the man who had been the beginning of his own downfall. Aizen. Baraggan was furious that someone else had taken his prey, and couldn’t help but wish he could have finished him off himself. It was this kind of sentimentality that brought baraggan here to the wreckage of his kingdom. All these ants would tremble, and quake. When he trampled them firmly under foot they would understand why hueco mundo belongs to him. Why the skies are the roof of his palace, and the sands are it’s infinite foundation.
His eyes roamed the desolate sands, the sands of his kingdom.
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Re: From Ashes Once More. [Open]
Thu Sep 28, 2017 4:43 pm
ENTER THE BEAST
Artist: FeeWet - Song: Evil Morty - Word Count: 543
Hayuko stood on a mound, overlooking Hueco Mundo. A canvas of white sand that portrayed nothing but a desolate painting, a wasteland of broken dreams. A place filled with endless hollow lost their hearts to despair, land that was nothing but an abundance of regret. With plains spanning thousands of feet before reaching craters that weathered by years of storms, Hueco Mundo was truly a desert devoid of life.
It was comforting.
He needed it, as he was being overwhelmed. The voice inside his head returned. The never-ending primal screams of tortured souls damning his very existence were back to haunt him. There wasn’t a moment of peace to ease his mind. He was dealing with his inner demon, it was returning in full force; he could feel it. It was pulling at him, tugging him in every direction trying to tear his sanity apart. It was an crushing pain inside of his head that wouldn’t let him relax. A pain pulsating so violently, it was as if a screwdriver was constantly whirring a hole out of his head. He was certain that cracking his skull would be less painful than the constant anguish that he had to deal with. Hayuko clamped his hands over his ears as if trying to keep any more affliction from entering his mind, struggling with himself to retain himself. Then the peace was disrupted.
“HMPH”
The boisterous sound boomed across the porcelain colored plains, and reverberated in the drum of his ear; despite his best attempt to keep everything out. What followed soon was an explosion blistering wind, carrying pelts of sand that began to grate on his skin, like dragging exposed skin on concrete pavement. He closed his eyes to shield his eyes from the ensuing mess. The change was unexpected, as a castle in the distance had been ripped apart by a great force; and the ravaging wind was only a symptom of the cause. However, Hayuko was reaching his breaking point. His anguish, his irritability was all building like a deep water current; and the damn holding it all in was beginning to crack.
What filthy vermin thinks that he can interrupt HIS private time. A wicked tornado was forming on the inner confides of his mind as he’s disrupted. A need to lash out, he couldn’t hold the animosity in any longer. The sand beneath him began to boil, and the earth beneath him began to shake as he let out an Earth-shattering roar to be heard all throughout Hueco Mundo. The roar was a mixture of pure unbridled rage, and grating frustration from the issues gnawing at him. Following the pulsating sound of his roar was a wave. A wall of sand that was barreling towards the area where Baraggan awaited, thousands of feet in the distance; violently pushed by the overbearing release of his soul force. It could be felt throughout the wasteland.
The oppressive, satanic aura of his soul force was just demanding the nuisance disturbing him to return to its crevice. Exhaling after his outburst, he remained standing fully expecting nothing to remain standing after that. With his mental state, he couldn’t have realized what was out on this barreling wasteland; or what kind of trouble could soon come.
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