Hey, You, Sexy Boy--You, And Your Land, Are Now Mine [Mischa/Ichigo]

Nagato's plans fell through, the war concluded, and Hueco Mundo was clear of the demon scourge. Supremacy, as it was meant to be, found the strong victorious. But, it was clear that it was not Mischa's strength which decided the outcome. Therefore, the outcome was not of any satisfaction.

The absence of Nagato returned Hueco Mundo to its state of absolute lawlessness, where purely the dominant could walk freely; and in the vastness of this landscape, Mischa carved out a territory for himself. Yet, never one to stay dormant, his domain was ever on the expanse. Any creature that would roam his sands was subject to his will or his wrath, though these creatures were far and few between.

This was an occasion amongst the few, where one of the infinitesimal number of truly worthy opponents surfaced, and Mischa's growing borders reached their own lands. So from the edge of his own dominion, Mischa launched forward to pierce into the heart of the nearby arrancar's lands. Their strength, the density of the spiritual aura surrounding matched his own--nay, greater even. And, soon, all that strength was to be his.

Mischa generally disdained feeding on hollows beneath a certain quality; it was below his standing, below his class. The last time he feasted was with Suzu, years ago. Once he had an opponent of that calibre, the arrancar's tastes were elevated altogether, such that until now there wasn't any prey worth hunting.

He could feel it. The closer he approached, the greater he could feel the breadth of this creature's strength. As soon as they were in viewing distance some several hundred metres apart, Mischa stopped. The sands in these parts were flat, minor dunes scattered about. Mischa was not the kind of predator to use stealth; he made sure his presence was announced with a flare of spiritual energy, enough to match the opposing arrancar. Enough to feel out the area, the subject, the variables.

Mischa spoke with a whisper, but his voice was more than capable of reaching them, carried alongside a pulse of pesquisa. In his typical flaring fashion, he announced himself and his intentions.

"Greetings, beast. I am Mischa Judavialdi, whose domain you now border. Yield your life, either beneath me or inside of me."

The latter was preferred, of course. Or rather, it was the only option. If the arrancar was as feeble as to surrender themselves immediately, they would not be worth keeping around. If they put up a fight, then all the more reason to consume a fearsome combatant.

"Rude."

Mischa's spiritual energy painted the sands around them, every vibration of every grain of sand grasped. A cero released from his abdomen, barreling towards the arrancar with five bala by its side.

"And so you've chosen--inside me it is, beast. I will eat you whole."