Humble Matters: The Primera Espada Appears! (Lyra)

Finally. She hated going to Las Noches, it meant having to interact with people she didn't like about topics she didn't care about. All for what? A new set of clothes? It's not like she even liked those stupid uniforms the Espada wore — or any clothes at all for that matter. Since when was there so many rules to being a hollow? Didn't they just randomly kill and destroy things? And the worst part: she'd have to traverse this god-forsaken-sorry-excuse-of-a-forest-which-separated-her-living-quarters-from-Las Noches, twice. She really didn't care for the "serenity" of the forest (if you could call it that), nor did she care about the creatures which resided within. It was borderline sinful to even call these sad looking twigs a "forest." If it were up to her, she'd have destroyed the entire forest along with its residents long ago, but this wouldn't sit well with some of her peers — and for now, she needed them to at least not interfere with her. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed all the ill feelings and took the first step.

Despite the way it looks, the forest is actually quite full of life. Hollows of all shapes and sizes called it their own, feasting upon one another hoping to one day gather enough power to eventually escape this god forsaken place: even its own residents hated it here. She disregarded the large amount of hollow, who've now begun to circle around her in on the branches of nearby trees, cute. As she traversed further into the center, more and more gathered, until she was surrounded on all sides. Judging from their actions, they were probably not even sentient enough to sense her spiritual pressure. The woman proceeded, still ignoring the amalgamation of hollow overhead.

Without warning (or at least he must have thought so) the apparent leader of this group of hollow leaped off his perch and landed a mere metre away from her, stopping her movements. She took a moment, then gazed at the face of her supposed assailant, letting out a long sigh. She just wanted to get home, rip off the stupid uniform and take a long bath.

"You seem lost, girl." His voice was metallic, "It'd be a shame if something were to happen to you in this forest, nobody can hear your cries." He slowly approached her, making their size difference all the more apparent.

You really are clueless, aren't you? The woman reached into the pocket of her shirt and pulled out a pair of thin, white leather gloves. She took time to put each one on, pulling at the cuffs to make sure they're on tightly. "You'll have to excuse me, I don't want any broken nails." Her katana had also just been sharpened, and she'd like to keep it clean for as long as possible. She closed and opened her now covered hands, stretching the material, softening it to allow for a greater range of motions — not that she'd need it. "Shall we get started?" Of course, she didn't wait for his response. In an instant, her clenched fist connected with the beast's left shoulder, knocking the bone out of its socket, reducing that arm to little more than dead weight. As the force knocked him down, she quickly shifted her weight, spinning on her off-foot. The woman brought the other leg up in an extended arch over the falling beast's body, then with crushing force brought it down upon him. A rather loud thump shook the ground around where he had landed on his back, with her foot firmly planted dead centre on his chest.

His followers stood, most of them probably not even able to comprehend the events that had just transpired before their eyes. The hollow was struggling with his one good arm to get free, but his efforts were in vain. "Do you wanna know a secret?" The woman lowed her knees, placing it on his neck, then putting on pressure until she could hear him strain for breath. She placed her index finger in front of her lips, "Shhhh." Her free hand lifted up the right side of her skirt, revealing the tattoo that the fabric was covering up. She could see the hollow's shock and immediate regret, but it was all too little too late. The extended index finger in front of her lips moved to the centre of his skull, right in between the eyes. With a firm thrust, her finger went straight through his cranium, leaving a slowly spreading pool of crimson liquid oozing from his head. She got up, flicking off the blood that had stained her once pristine gloves.

The smart ones fled right away, while the not-so-smart ones stayed to watch until she dealt the final blow. Out of the corner of her eye she could see one resembling a reptile: he was devouring his hard earned prey. Which group do you belong in?

OOC: Usually (or at least I've been taught), italics means thought (in this context anyway), so he shouldn't have been able to hear that, but that's okay~

As the countless hollow scattered in hopes of preserving their lives, she turned her attention to the one that remained. How interesting.... Perhaps her stroll in the forest today wouldn't be a complete waste of time. Not only did he not run, he seemed to be standing his ground, making himself appear fearsome? That was a feeling she hadn't felt in a while, and it would have been quite interesting indeed if this creature would be the one to instill it upon her. Unfortunately, his stance did the exact opposite: the sight of the hollow put a slight grin on her lips as she approached.

While he spoke, she positioned herself almost toe to toe with the creature. His voice had a bit more tone to it than the one she had just disposed of, but that was judging from an already fading memory — it is not out of the ordinary to forget the speck of dust you've just stepped on. He even dared to ask her a question. My my, you are an interesting one.

"You weren't peeping, were you?" Though his form was considerably larger than her own, she spoke to it like a child. The woman's gaze broke with his as she began pacing around him, circling him slowly. The right index finger was placed on the corner of her lips in a pondering pose as she walked. What exactly was she thinking of? The woman had made a full circle before stopping in front of him, then she turned on her heels to face him once more, apparently having had enough time to think. "The show wasn't free, you know." Lyra weaved her fingers together, then pushed them forward, giving her arms a good stretch as she moved her neck to each side, producing loud cracking noises.

The first two fingers of her right hand made the shape of a pair of legs as she walked them up his body; due to his size, she had to stand on her toes to reach. As they reached her chest, she retracted the middle finger leaving only her index placed firmly in the centre of his chest. "It was awfully mean of you, wasn't it?" Her soulless eyes wandered up to meet his once again, "letting your friend just die like that?" She slowly began putting more pressure on his chest as she continued. "Do you expect to avenge him?"

"I don't believe I have anything to give other than my life." And those were the exact words the woman was looking for. The way he had made it sound was almost a little too insignificant, as if his life was something that would have held no interest to her. Oh quite the contrary — the things she would do to him if he were so careless as to offer her such a prize. The woman stood her ground, her body not making any motion save the ever increasing pressure she was putting on his chest. By now, he should be feeling some discomfort, not near as much as the dead hollow behind them, slowly eroding with the sands: it'll only get worse. She closed her eyes and her mind began to wander.

The room would be pitch black, save a few flickering candles providing what little light they could muster, trying desperately to stay lit in the face of the ongoing draft which swept the room, making the air very brisk and nippy. The heavy smell of stale blood and burnt skin lingered in the room, mixing with the light scent of candles — vanilla cupcake, how appetizing. The parts of the wall lucky enough to be illuminated showed several uneven shades of dark crimson. It wasn't paint. Along the floor of the room was a river, also crimson coloured, running from one wall to another, indicating the room's natural slant. At the end of this trail was the Hollow foolish enough to have suggested he would offer Lyra his life.

His back would be facing the wall, still not completely dry from their previous session. There were no chains, no cuffs, no ties, the creature was free to move of his own will — wouldn't be much fun if he couldn't move. There were, however, hundreds of blades embedded into the walls, outlining a strict border which he dared not cross . Each blade's edge was pointed inward toward the hollow, ready to pierce skin if he attempted to move in any direction. They were arranged in such a way that unless he remained almost completely still, with arms outstretched, his skin would be greeted with the cold steel. Of course, he could always move forward, away from the wall of death.

And that was exactly where the woman would be. Seated atop a brazen bull — another one of the hundreds of "fun" toys she had in store for her pets — she glared at him with a wide smile, with hands folded neatly under her chin, feigning a look of innocence. "Now, now, try not to move too much." She faked a caring tone, "We wouldn't want you to get a scratch, would we?" Within her hands were several smaller blades, about the size of a parring knife. Without anymore notice, she let one fly, penetrating the wall just beside the hollow's head. A small giggle escaped her lips. A second one came, this time lower, and to the left. It entered his shoulder, but didn't have enough force to go all the way through to the wall. Instead, it hung inside him, the handle dragging the blade down, tearing more flesh. She let loose one after another, with the last few directed at his head, forcing him to move, and thus be cut by the larger blades embedded in the wall.

Are you a screamer? She wondered, slowly coming back to reality. Though the image of her "play room" was gone, that wicked smile remained. She licked her lips ever so slightly, as she almost couldn't contain her excitement. "You're right, his life was boring and meaningless." Lyra didn't bother looking at the hollow — which, by now, was nothing but bone — as she spoke about him, "But your life? Oh it's going to be so full of excitement and fun!" The finger she had placed on his chest moved up under his chin in a flash. She put enough pressure so that she was in control of his movements, then curled it, forcing him to look directly at her. "That is, of course you agree to be mine." Her eyes motioned towards the decaying hollow, "Unless, you'd like to join your friend there?"

Reitu body was fit of nerves. He could feel the familiar feeling of pure raw fear. It was if his entire world had been thrown into the hands of one women, and with one mere touch she could end his brief existence. With one finger she could snuff out the flames of his soul and destroy him for all of eternity forced to just vanish and no longer exist. The cold emptiness of the situation racked his brain, it sent shudders through his body and slowly he could feel himself slowly began to give up on life. Looking down he noticed that the women had closed her eyes, and she seem to be...day dreaming. He could feel a slight discomfort from where her finger was placed and he could only feel the pressure building. He heard no noise as she continued to have her eyes closed, If only I could see into the thoughts of this women. Yet he didn't have to wait long slowly her eyes open and on her face was one of the darkest grins he his eyes have ever laid upon. Her smile was uncanny, dark, grim, devilsh, and most of all filled with lunacy. Behind her smile hid one of the most sickest murderous intents he could feel. Then she answered with her sadistic humor and cold logic.

Reitu's face was racked with confusion, fun and excitement...what the hell does she mean by that. And if it was with her then I have to decline. Then he looked behind her to see what remained of Heitro, now nothing but a pile of brittle bone that won't even be around to mark the place of his death. Returning his eyes to meet hers and with even faster move her hand was under her chin. It forced him to look even deeper into her subzero orbs of sadism. It was if he could see only sinister things, mercy, kindness, joy , happiness, and life did not exist in her world. He had truly come face to face with a monster of pure power. Then she offered him to be her pet, Servivtude... I cannot serve her!.... I am the future monarch!.... I will be Vasto Lorde!.... But if I don't bow my knees now I may never get to bend them ever again.


His mind was racing at a million times normal, he had to choose between swallowing his pride and surrendering himself to her or die now and never achieve his goal. Either way his dreams were crushed and over, turned into small pieces of nothingness. There was no way out. Slowly he began to fix his mouth preparing to utter his words of eternal servivtude and surrender.."I... will... be... you.. Huh?" Behind them he heard the voice of a another women dressed in a simialr uniform of the primera espada. Another one here, damn it. Reitu saw with a watchful eye as her demeanour was like that of a small child yet, her power was similar to the one that now held his chin. Then he saw her waving her large entrance giving him the chance he needed as he felt the primera espada's pressure loosen from the minute lack of focus. NOW! Reitu used the spit he gathered and activate his monarch wall technique, In a sudden instant Reitu expanded his spit from his mouth into a large cloud of mist that would serve as a diversion. Taking the opportunity of stealth, Reitu jumped back ward with his paws using them to propel him from the woman's icey grip. Bounding in a great speed he bounded away breaking through the open tree line. He knew that the mist wouldn't hold her for long but it would give him enough time to hide himself among the forest with the other hollows. Their reiyoku were similar and therefore she wouldn't be able to distinguish him from the rest. He continued to bound as far away as possible. Got to get away! I have to get away! My life depends on it! Reitu went until he slowly began to wane from the strain. Stopping at a branch, he turned in the direction of were he had once come from and rested. Reitu's mind had only one thought and it was freedom sweet freedom but along with it came a deep dark desire one he hadn't felt for a long time. Looking up at the sky he made a silent vow...When I achieve my final power, Imma make that bitch pay.