Post by Tsukimaru on Oct 18, 2017 11:58:03 GMT
"When the soul is threatened, it will show they true colors."
Coming from the moon lighten path footsteps could be heard very faintly echoing against the stone clad sidewalk street. All through out the dimly lit alleyways a creature could be seen running at a fast pace. Nothing was seen behind him as he raced, looking back as if something was chasing him. If one had spiritual abilities then they could see that there was indeed a formidable looking creature chasing after the poor mutt. The Hollow wasn't all that large, perhaps the size of a large van if not a small bus. It held a rather dark brown fur coat with the mask looking rather flat with no color. Tsukimaru held nothing back as he ran down another alleyway trying to avoid the creature that would love to fest upon his own soul. As he turned to look back one last time he was reminded of how he fled from the first beast.
His mind raced with the flood of memories upon the night. How he rushed pasted the camp once the battle started, with a swarm of these beasts ascended upon him and the others. Without hesitation it would seem instinct was the only thing keeping him alive at this point. The flash backs of the pained faces of the Shinigami that were impaled were to much for him to handle. With the flood of emotions Tsukimaru would freeze infront of the creature's path, his heart racing as he stood face to face with his own enemy, Hollows. There was something to be said about these foul creature that shook him to his core. It was uncertain why the thought of fighting them would cause him to clam up and lose focus. Perhaps it was the pain he could feel but could Mod Souls really feel pain or any emotion really?
"Perhaps I could just move to the left and avoid the Hollow all together?"
Coming from the moon lighten path footsteps could be heard very faintly echoing against the stone clad sidewalk street. All through out the dimly lit alleyways a creature could be seen running at a fast pace. Nothing was seen behind him as he raced, looking back as if something was chasing him. If one had spiritual abilities then they could see that there was indeed a formidable looking creature chasing after the poor mutt. The Hollow wasn't all that large, perhaps the size of a large van if not a small bus. It held a rather dark brown fur coat with the mask looking rather flat with no color. Tsukimaru held nothing back as he ran down another alleyway trying to avoid the creature that would love to fest upon his own soul. As he turned to look back one last time he was reminded of how he fled from the first beast.
His mind raced with the flood of memories upon the night. How he rushed pasted the camp once the battle started, with a swarm of these beasts ascended upon him and the others. Without hesitation it would seem instinct was the only thing keeping him alive at this point. The flash backs of the pained faces of the Shinigami that were impaled were to much for him to handle. With the flood of emotions Tsukimaru would freeze infront of the creature's path, his heart racing as he stood face to face with his own enemy, Hollows. There was something to be said about these foul creature that shook him to his core. It was uncertain why the thought of fighting them would cause him to clam up and lose focus. Perhaps it was the pain he could feel but could Mod Souls really feel pain or any emotion really?
"Perhaps I could just move to the left and avoid the Hollow all together?"
