Post by Jah on Apr 6, 2011 11:53:03 GMT -6
The atmosphere was thick in Hueco Mundo. The golden white sands and the petrified trees seemed stuck in the silence and menacing aura of the very air. It seemed as if all was drowning in the empty night, the rays of the moon chilling all below that was basked in it's dim light. The vast desert seemed to embody the hollow archetype. It was cruel in it's cold, wicked embrace. It seemed the very thought of life would kill any who were lost in the endless body of El Desierto Del Infinito. They would starve themselves of breath and blood as if on a weary journey to find the non-existent heart of the empty, foreboding place. All was lost, there was no taste and there was no touch. Only an emptiness and numbness that could never be truly described.
Jah, an arrancar of menacing appearance stood alone in this horrid place, his single eye gleaming with the sort of life that seemed artificial. His flesh was tanned but it appeared chalky in the silvery rays of the ever-present moon. The hollow mask on his right eye seemed to glow white and his dark attire seemed almost like a void contained in humanoid form. The chain shackled on his thigh swayed lightly to a stop. All was still. Nothing, not even a breath, could break this wretched silence and stillness. Self-reflection was all that could exist and the pool of insight itself was tainted with the malice of a sorrowful and angry soul.
Everything that the inhabitants of Hueco Mundo had once known, everything that had broken the monotone and emptiness that personified a hollow's endless hunger was gone. Aizen, his generals, the Espada, Las Noches itself was no more than a dim memory of what once had been. They were dreams lost in the hourglass of eternity, the forgotten kings of an empire never meant to be. Jah himself was the only one whom he knew of that had crawled from the rubble of the shattered memory. Alone he stood as a prince deprived of his throne. A broken sword whose pristine blade was never given the chance to mend and claim it's rightful sheath.
"Hueco Mundo... El Desierto del Infinito...." His quiet voice rose, stifled by the suffocating silence abound. "Las Noches..... La Espada... " The empty voice continued, eye frozen as a heart with no breath. "Everything... Everything is gone... Everything is lost!" The voice escalated until the final word tore in an angry yet sorrowful cry. "It's all gone!" He cried again, the sands shifting around him whilst the thick wind grew thicker with his growing reishi. Streaks of black and purple crackled and exploded around him, the dreary endless night alight with his abundant and growing presence.
"Everything! Gone!" He growled and struck the ground with his left arm, the sands spreading away as if fleeing the tarnished steel forged upon his body. The air was misted by the grains as his reiatsu exploded full force, sending waves of rage and power for miles through the desert. Howls in the distance rose as hollows crawled from the depths and reaches of the desert. They were drawn out, some frozen by the feel of the ex-privaron's rage and some pulled ever closer in their dark curiosity and forsaken hunger.
Jah's form rose into the air and another shock-wave of reishi pulsed from his form, like a heartbeat this continued until congregations of hollows began to come into view. They neared, hungry and tempted by this arrancar's power. Masses that wanted to consume him to further themselves. Masses that would never get the chance. That single golden eye opened to see a small army of hollows approaching atop the sands. Their cries could be heard for miles but they did not phase this solitary being.
His hands both glowed, each holding a cero in their loose grip. The fingers tightened and strained the building energy, it seemed as if the balls of reiatsu were going to explode before they were released. At the last instant a crimson glow fired to the left and to the right. Each wave struck the ground with a loud yet dull explosion before being drawn slowly to a center in front of Jah. The energy trickled off and below one could only see a cloud and hear the hungry hollows devouring their fallen brethren. The were pathetic and predictable. Like the former glory of Las Noches, to Jah, they were nothing now. Just empty husks drawn to their true desire. An escape from their wretched realities. Death.
Jah, an arrancar of menacing appearance stood alone in this horrid place, his single eye gleaming with the sort of life that seemed artificial. His flesh was tanned but it appeared chalky in the silvery rays of the ever-present moon. The hollow mask on his right eye seemed to glow white and his dark attire seemed almost like a void contained in humanoid form. The chain shackled on his thigh swayed lightly to a stop. All was still. Nothing, not even a breath, could break this wretched silence and stillness. Self-reflection was all that could exist and the pool of insight itself was tainted with the malice of a sorrowful and angry soul.
Everything that the inhabitants of Hueco Mundo had once known, everything that had broken the monotone and emptiness that personified a hollow's endless hunger was gone. Aizen, his generals, the Espada, Las Noches itself was no more than a dim memory of what once had been. They were dreams lost in the hourglass of eternity, the forgotten kings of an empire never meant to be. Jah himself was the only one whom he knew of that had crawled from the rubble of the shattered memory. Alone he stood as a prince deprived of his throne. A broken sword whose pristine blade was never given the chance to mend and claim it's rightful sheath.
"Hueco Mundo... El Desierto del Infinito...." His quiet voice rose, stifled by the suffocating silence abound. "Las Noches..... La Espada... " The empty voice continued, eye frozen as a heart with no breath. "Everything... Everything is gone... Everything is lost!" The voice escalated until the final word tore in an angry yet sorrowful cry. "It's all gone!" He cried again, the sands shifting around him whilst the thick wind grew thicker with his growing reishi. Streaks of black and purple crackled and exploded around him, the dreary endless night alight with his abundant and growing presence.
"Everything! Gone!" He growled and struck the ground with his left arm, the sands spreading away as if fleeing the tarnished steel forged upon his body. The air was misted by the grains as his reiatsu exploded full force, sending waves of rage and power for miles through the desert. Howls in the distance rose as hollows crawled from the depths and reaches of the desert. They were drawn out, some frozen by the feel of the ex-privaron's rage and some pulled ever closer in their dark curiosity and forsaken hunger.
Jah's form rose into the air and another shock-wave of reishi pulsed from his form, like a heartbeat this continued until congregations of hollows began to come into view. They neared, hungry and tempted by this arrancar's power. Masses that wanted to consume him to further themselves. Masses that would never get the chance. That single golden eye opened to see a small army of hollows approaching atop the sands. Their cries could be heard for miles but they did not phase this solitary being.
His hands both glowed, each holding a cero in their loose grip. The fingers tightened and strained the building energy, it seemed as if the balls of reiatsu were going to explode before they were released. At the last instant a crimson glow fired to the left and to the right. Each wave struck the ground with a loud yet dull explosion before being drawn slowly to a center in front of Jah. The energy trickled off and below one could only see a cloud and hear the hungry hollows devouring their fallen brethren. The were pathetic and predictable. Like the former glory of Las Noches, to Jah, they were nothing now. Just empty husks drawn to their true desire. An escape from their wretched realities. Death.
