Post by Uryuujin on May 13, 2009 21:22:57 GMT -4
Creak......Creak.......Creak...
The swings on the abandoned playground made a substantially creepy shriek in the silent darkness of night. The moon overhead was dark, in it's new moon phase of it's constant cycle around the Earth.
The eerie picture was suddenly interrupted by the appearance of a figure from the darkness. Silently walking, he cut a hole in the darkness using a small flashlight to guide him, though he did not need it.
Looking at the merry-go-round, he stopped, taking in the look of it in his mismatched eyes. The wind stirs, blowing his red-and-black hair out of his face, revealing a youthful appearance that doesn’t seem to coincide with the look in his eyes. Those strangely colored eyes which seemed to contain thousands of years behind them locked away in his memory, though his face betrayed an age of twenty-five at most.
The prior would be correct.
This was no regular human being, but one of the ancient Bount, the ancient group of beings who feed off of the spirits of the dead. This one was one of the oldest living members of this race.
Banjin Kyuuketsuki thoughtfully glanced around him. “It passes so erratically,” he said, talking to the little lock around his neck. “Time, I mean. At times, you are sitting on a train, or a bus, or perhaps some other form of transportation, and you wish that time would speed by, but it just trickles past. Whereas whenever you are doing something you enjoy, time seems to get your message from before, and speeds things up. Why, I do not know. Zeige Dich, Kyoumen Tsukurite.”
At that, light began to shine from the lock on a string around his neck, and the lock changed, turning into a small four-legged lizard, horned and winged. A small dragon-like thing, his Doll, Kyoumen.
In this you are correct, my friend, Kyoumen replied, his mind directly connected to that if its master, its friend. Though we do not know why, we are always aware of this, are we not? It is unavoidable.
“This is true,” Banjin said. “But-” He cut off his next point, calling to his Doll’s abilities, creating a mirror beneath him, and sinking into the Mirror realm quickly, creating a peephole in a nearby tree.
The Mirror Realm twinkled in the starlight. The ground, plants, and rocks all reflected images of the intruders back to them, those two who broke the lifeless silence of the reflective world. Life as we know it does not exist inside the mirror world, and only existing trees and plants appear there, in exactly the same formation as in the World of the Living. Where cities stifle plant life, there are only irregular patterns of plant-less yet still mirror-esque rock. The only part of this world that appeared the same as in the world of the living was the hole that Banjin peered through.
Through this small portal he saw what had interrupted him. A line appeared, then cleaved open in rectangular fashion, revealing a portal to the infamous Hueco Mundo. Out of this garganta portal stepped a figure from nightmares.
An Espada.
He walked out, his shoulder-length black hair blowing only slightly back in the night’s cool breeze. It revealed a face of horrible intentions. His eyes, blood-crimson with slitted pupils, malevolently scanned the area around him. A smirk curled his cruel mouth, the corner of which had a red lane to his chin, as if bleeding.
Or worse.
He was dressed in a very regal black, overcoat matching the pitch-black leggings, the crimson undershirt with black buttons jumping out beneath it. This was accompanied by shiny black boots and a black cape, which was lined on the inside with a blood-crimson fabric that impeded it not at all as it flapped in the little breeze allowed. This was held by the remnants of his Mask, a monstrous collar, with spines similar to that of a fish, with more of the mask creating a “webbing” connecting the spines at the same level. The other part of his mask lay above his brow, a small band of white with fang-like spikes along the top, about an inch long for the center one, and decreasing in size for the three in either direction.
This was no regular Espada. This was one of the most infamous beings to ever exist, in life and Death.
This was Setek Drakulya.
The swings on the abandoned playground made a substantially creepy shriek in the silent darkness of night. The moon overhead was dark, in it's new moon phase of it's constant cycle around the Earth.
The eerie picture was suddenly interrupted by the appearance of a figure from the darkness. Silently walking, he cut a hole in the darkness using a small flashlight to guide him, though he did not need it.
Looking at the merry-go-round, he stopped, taking in the look of it in his mismatched eyes. The wind stirs, blowing his red-and-black hair out of his face, revealing a youthful appearance that doesn’t seem to coincide with the look in his eyes. Those strangely colored eyes which seemed to contain thousands of years behind them locked away in his memory, though his face betrayed an age of twenty-five at most.
The prior would be correct.
This was no regular human being, but one of the ancient Bount, the ancient group of beings who feed off of the spirits of the dead. This one was one of the oldest living members of this race.
Banjin Kyuuketsuki thoughtfully glanced around him. “It passes so erratically,” he said, talking to the little lock around his neck. “Time, I mean. At times, you are sitting on a train, or a bus, or perhaps some other form of transportation, and you wish that time would speed by, but it just trickles past. Whereas whenever you are doing something you enjoy, time seems to get your message from before, and speeds things up. Why, I do not know. Zeige Dich, Kyoumen Tsukurite.”
At that, light began to shine from the lock on a string around his neck, and the lock changed, turning into a small four-legged lizard, horned and winged. A small dragon-like thing, his Doll, Kyoumen.
In this you are correct, my friend, Kyoumen replied, his mind directly connected to that if its master, its friend. Though we do not know why, we are always aware of this, are we not? It is unavoidable.
“This is true,” Banjin said. “But-” He cut off his next point, calling to his Doll’s abilities, creating a mirror beneath him, and sinking into the Mirror realm quickly, creating a peephole in a nearby tree.
The Mirror Realm twinkled in the starlight. The ground, plants, and rocks all reflected images of the intruders back to them, those two who broke the lifeless silence of the reflective world. Life as we know it does not exist inside the mirror world, and only existing trees and plants appear there, in exactly the same formation as in the World of the Living. Where cities stifle plant life, there are only irregular patterns of plant-less yet still mirror-esque rock. The only part of this world that appeared the same as in the world of the living was the hole that Banjin peered through.
Through this small portal he saw what had interrupted him. A line appeared, then cleaved open in rectangular fashion, revealing a portal to the infamous Hueco Mundo. Out of this garganta portal stepped a figure from nightmares.
An Espada.
He walked out, his shoulder-length black hair blowing only slightly back in the night’s cool breeze. It revealed a face of horrible intentions. His eyes, blood-crimson with slitted pupils, malevolently scanned the area around him. A smirk curled his cruel mouth, the corner of which had a red lane to his chin, as if bleeding.
Or worse.
He was dressed in a very regal black, overcoat matching the pitch-black leggings, the crimson undershirt with black buttons jumping out beneath it. This was accompanied by shiny black boots and a black cape, which was lined on the inside with a blood-crimson fabric that impeded it not at all as it flapped in the little breeze allowed. This was held by the remnants of his Mask, a monstrous collar, with spines similar to that of a fish, with more of the mask creating a “webbing” connecting the spines at the same level. The other part of his mask lay above his brow, a small band of white with fang-like spikes along the top, about an inch long for the center one, and decreasing in size for the three in either direction.
This was no regular Espada. This was one of the most infamous beings to ever exist, in life and Death.
This was Setek Drakulya.