ooc: Memory 1
Roars of Hollows, sounds of crunching bones and ripping flesh... this was the world he knew, the world he was used to. Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten. Or worse- return to their old, useless forms, stripped of their minds and individual will.
He was at the second stage, so close to gaining the new power he always wanted. He was so close to becoming his goal, the last and final stage, and he was not about to stop now. He wasn't going to waste anytime, or slack off like those other idiots who-
"What the hell?"
He stopped dead in his tracks, rearing his head. He could hear one, two... five of them surrounding him. Others just like him, fighting to survive.
"You're pretty tiny for an adjuchas. Sorry, but I'm gonna eat you."
Sorry, but I'm going to eat you, he thought.
Then, he tasted blood, meat, and a small bit of bone. All crunching together in his mouth, and while it had enough power to keep him at least satisfied, it tasted horrible- the worst Hollow he had even to date. Even so, a meal was a meal. He couldn't afford to be picky.
Meanwhile, the other was shrieking in pain. He snorted. It was useless to make so much noise. But it looked like that was the only thing that one was good for.
The others surrounded him.. He could hear them trudging heavily on the sand- noisy fools, just like the other one. He swallowed the last of the meat. He was ready for another fight. If they wanted it, he'd give it to them, and walk away with nothing but a momentarily full stomach.
"You're strong," came another voice, this one more refined. "What do you call yourself, adjuchas?"
He merely snorted.
"... Join hands with us," the other continued, seemingly unfazed by the rudeness. "But I wont just leave it at that."
Loud thudding, and the sand made noise as it shifted. What was going on?
"Is this some kind of a joke?" Rain growled.
"We have no intention of remaining as adjuchas," the refined voice said. "We are definitely going to rise to become vasto lorde. In order to do that, we need strength. And that enormous strength to pull us forward can be none other than you.
You shall become our king."
[ooc: See this for more context.]
He was at the second stage, so close to gaining the new power he always wanted. He was so close to becoming his goal, the last and final stage, and he was not about to stop now. He wasn't going to waste anytime, or slack off like those other idiots who-
"What the hell?"
He stopped dead in his tracks, rearing his head. He could hear one, two... five of them surrounding him. Others just like him, fighting to survive.
"You're pretty tiny for an adjuchas. Sorry, but I'm gonna eat you."
Sorry, but I'm going to eat you, he thought.
Then, he tasted blood, meat, and a small bit of bone. All crunching together in his mouth, and while it had enough power to keep him at least satisfied, it tasted horrible- the worst Hollow he had even to date. Even so, a meal was a meal. He couldn't afford to be picky.
Meanwhile, the other was shrieking in pain. He snorted. It was useless to make so much noise. But it looked like that was the only thing that one was good for.
The others surrounded him.. He could hear them trudging heavily on the sand- noisy fools, just like the other one. He swallowed the last of the meat. He was ready for another fight. If they wanted it, he'd give it to them, and walk away with nothing but a momentarily full stomach.
"You're strong," came another voice, this one more refined. "What do you call yourself, adjuchas?"
He merely snorted.
"... Join hands with us," the other continued, seemingly unfazed by the rudeness. "But I wont just leave it at that."
Loud thudding, and the sand made noise as it shifted. What was going on?
"Is this some kind of a joke?" Rain growled.
"We have no intention of remaining as adjuchas," the refined voice said. "We are definitely going to rise to become vasto lorde. In order to do that, we need strength. And that enormous strength to pull us forward can be none other than you.
You shall become our king."
[ooc: See this for more context.]