Tainted [Superia | Inv]

The vast ivory sea of sand that was hueco mundo stretched out for eternity in all directions. It's white beauty only emphasized by the crescent moon that hung solemnly in the night sky. A shadow fell across the sands, cast by a large, golden spectre of a hollow. Loneliness in these white sands usually meant death, but even so none dared approach; for to approach meant gazing into the raging eyes which only held death for those defiant enough to meet them. He had long given up on his brethren, those that still let their hunger consume them, those that didn't cared little for his own plight. Sophistication was such a tedious characteristic, better to be wild, untamed, unshackled by the weight of sentience. An urge left unsatisfied would always return to haunt you, civility was for the civilized.

Hunger had called Tyrannus from the mountains of Olympus back to the deserts of Hueco Mundo and he had hunted. . . slaughtered, for hunting implied that the hunted provided enough game to call it a hunt. As he picked clean the remaining carcass a new scent had caught hollows nostrils, faint, like the whispers of a faraway wind, but it was there and the hollow immediately abandoned the remains to whomever the most opportunistic of his brethren would be to find it.

It had taken him far across the dunes, only rewarding his efforts with its gradual growing intensity as he took step after step leading up to this very moment. In the distance a peculiar shadow caught his eye, appearing almost . . .structural. He hadn't remembered any buildings on his last excursion, but then again such was the vastness of the white desert that he couldn't say it hadn't been there. The scent grew ever more tantalizing as he approached, he was close; close enough to taste the flesh on his tongue.

A sonido would carry the vasto lorde within distance (200m) of the building, which now appeared to be more of a base the closer he got, perhaps a type of forgery or smithy?, the sight of which caused the vasto to approach a little more warily.

Whatever it was he was hunting, it had come to rest here.

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