Of Hollow & Shinigami [PRIVATE]

Hunger. The driving force of a Hollow's existence. The primal urge to devour souls - be they your fellow monstrosities or those of others - that was implanted within ever Hollow from the first moment they slithered across the sands. Few Hollow were able to combat this insatiable desire. Shiro knew this all too well, gazing out upon a number of wolf Hollow that made up "The Pack". Over the years, many of The Pack's numbers had dwindled either due to falling against their fellow Hollow, being executed for breaking The Pack's code or showing signs of weakness, or evolving, becoming large conglomerations of souls.

An ever present threat that always loomed over The Pack was the rapid growth of each individual Hollow's hunger. Being the Alpha of The Pack meant taking on numerous responsibilities, and one of these was to ensure the safety and growth of those under your command. The Pack was all Shiro ever knew, and it was hardly farfetched to say the wolf Hollow of The Pack had become his family. Shiro was the patriarch of the family, the one that stood above all others. So, thus, when Shiro came forward with a plan discussed among himself and the Hollow sentient enough to have grasped the language Shiro utilized while also having an intelligent soul at the forefront of their existence, none dared to defy him.

The Pack watched in awe as Shiro tore a hole open within the fabric of reality between Hueco Mundo and the Living World, a place only he and a select few older members of The Pack had heard of from the Shinigami who had dared to invade their home many years ago. Howls broke the silence of the night air within the endless desert, as the wolves ran through the Garganta after their leader, driven by the intense spiritual presence of one small town within the Living World's country of Japan's: Karakura Town.

Slow footsteps brought Shiro and his pack across the quiet, barren city streets. The entirety of this foreign land was unfamiliar to the small group, but Shiro had been the one who proposed such an expedition. He was confident no threat existed within this "Living World" that could stand up to his rage, nor the numbers of The Pack. Shiro's hand shot up as he stopped The Pack in the middle of the street, catching eyes with two figures in black cloaks.

Slowly, his eyes narrowed. Shinigami. It had been far too long since he had laid eyes upon those who had taken so many pups away from him. It doesn't take long after Shiro lifts Fenrir from it's position on his back that the duo Shinigami take notice, but it is far too late. The male Shinigami is fast, but Shiro is faster. One Sonido, one slash, and the Shinigami is cleaved in two diagonally. His female partner looks on in horror and backs off, blade at the ready. She's terrified but trained to deal with such fear. Being a noble warrior of the Gotei 13 and member of it's Thirteenth Division, who had jurisdiction over Karakura Town itself, meant that she had been trained for scenarios such as this.

She was ready for Shiro's assault, but that moment would never come. The wolf Hollow, the fangs of their masks bared, slowly began to stalk forward as Shiro walked backward. The female Shinigami had strength and skill, but the wolf Hollow were predators. They outnumbered the single Shinigami, and they were hungry. She was unable to take out even a single wolf as they closed in on her. They pounced, and Shiro watched with cold, aggressive eyes as the Shinigami was torn apart bit-by-bit. It was a grisly, gruesome scene, punctuated only by the loud chorus of howls that resonated across Karakura Town, able only to be heard by the spiritually aware. But this would not be enough to satisfy their hunger.

The night was young.