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Into Another's Web [Ulv]
Mon Dec 23, 2019 11:28 am
Sun blazing overhead. Salty sea air blowing on the wind. Hard asphalt and concrete underneath one's feet. This place was far from the sands of Hueco Mundo. It was modern, yet timeless, and filled with memories and emotions one had thought buried and lost.
Minatumi Harbour was a strange place, indeed.
Reina Arácnida, first of her kind as she was, was just like any other Hollow in several regards: she hungered, she craved for violence and blood, and every so often, memories of her past would dredge themselves up from the depths of her soul to remind her of a life she had once led.
The latter had brought her to the crowded streets of pre-holiday Minatumi Harbour, where she towered over most of the crowd. The wide variety of souls present in such a place was nearly unbelievable, and tugged at her baser instincts. Her mouth watered at some, and her arm twitched towards her blade at others.
After a few bumps and touches, however, the crowd had begun to give her a wide birth. She didn't care for the fates of those foolish enough to impede her path, and had left them to roll and scream in agony without a second thought. No, her focus was on the empty window before her now.
It was a larger shop; or rather, not a shop. The interior was filled with furniture new and old, all covered in blankets and tarps. The sign simply read "For sale." Her red eyes scanned through the dusty window, until they found another sign.
Espinosa was all that could be read on its weathered and dirty surface.
Her clawed hand reached for the door, but hesitated just as the stainless steel knob began to hiss at her corrosive presence. Something wanted to see this place preserved, so she reached up instead, and pulled aside the veil of reality before stepping through and into the dusty front room.
She wandered the front of the former school- How did she know it was a school? Either way, she wandered its front-facing area for a few moments, before coming to a stop in front of that sign.
So many emotions rose within her, but most prominently was the rage. She scowled, and snarled, and yelled a mighty and echoing roar at nothing in particular. She cried with such vigor and volume that the decorations fell from the walls, and the glass just few feet away shook and threatened to shatter.
Why did this place call to her so?