OOC: application for spirit power once thread is completed.

Ambition. Determination. Thought...

These were all qualities that separated him from them; it was what defined him; knowing this drove him on.

To understand this you must first know how a menos grande is formed. It is simply the condensed spirit energy of hundreds of hollows who were a little out of the ordinary in the fact that hollow souls were more appealing to them than human souls. Their spirit energy is gathered while these hollows fight in a mass brawl and die one by one, and eventually when they are all dead the spirit energy is condensed into a new being. A menos grande.

A being many many times more powerful than the average hollow, but also a lot more stupid. In fact they are almost entirely brainless having only base instincts to rely on. That is of course unless one out all the condensed hollows is superior to the rest, if that hollow posses a extraordinary determination for dominance it can batter away the rest and gain control over the body and as such gain all the power of the meno for itself.

That is in essence what Yummei is.

But Yummei's ambition was a something far stronger than the norm; he had an insatiable appetite for power. The thought of tearing asunder Gillian level hollow and consuming there spirit made quiver, and he let out a roar of delight as he let the ecstasy inside him grow and battle against the ever constant emptiness, the pain inside him...

And so he lumbered forward, the cumbersome movements of his body causing no end of aggravation but also serving to focus his drive. He would definitely not be staying like this forever.

He searched for a long time, frustrated and tired he roared at the sky... well the high ceiling of the sandy plains above. And released a cero out in frustration. To his amazement and great relief, a Meno’s roared back; then another and another. Until the whole place was alive with the roars of the meno’s.

After a time, a large group of the converged on his spot. It was instantly recognizable, the stupidity of their faces; the fact that each and every one of them had the same mask. Their generic he though.

His contempt bubbled over and in a great fury he released a cero into the chest of the nearest Menos and with great slow movements leaned in and tore a chunk of him away, the difference was phenomenal. This soul tasted of power; raw energy trapped and pent up.

The taste of it, the way it filled him. He could not get enough.

Flying into a mad rage he proceeded to tear the menos surrounding him to shreds, a crazy massacre with great being toppling left and right under his fury. Until only he stood full of power and self righteous victory, roaring defiance to the ceiling above; he again let loose with a cero pouring all his might into it.

A warning to all the menos out their, death was on their heel's.

OOC: Gaa this post is a big load of shite but it’ll have to do for the moment a little busy.

IC: Yummei did not stop, he did not sleep. He was... he was... he was a hollow possessed so to speak.

Nothing mattered. Nothing. Nothing at all; except where his next meal would be, where he could gorge himself and fill the dull aching void within himself and subdue the erosion of his soul...

This amused him to no end, erosion of my soul! For in actuality that was in fact what he was, a corrupted soul. Could a soul have a soul? Especially a corrupted one. No! No he did not believe so...

The erosion of what then? His heart? No, the gaping hole in his chest served as proof he had no heart, not to mention all the slaughter he had embarked upon recently.

... His mind. Yes! That was it; it was his mind that was slowly being crushed, twisted and warped into an asylum where thoughts of massacre and wanton destruction could find a happy home.

Yes it was oh so obvious to him now. For when he had first become a Hollow, he had still possessed much of his humanity. But over an alarmingly short period of time his mind had fallen to this dark corruption; to this evil hunger for power, for revenge but mostly for death.

Death. Did he truly strive for it? yes! Death for his enemies, for all who would seek to oppose him but mainly for all.

Bellowing out towards the ceiling of sand above, he thought; let my roar be heard!

I am a soulless. Heartless, twisted fiend and I seek bloody massacre wherever I go. I deserve to be immortalized in verse, but my own mind will have to be audience enough to satisfy the vanity of his dark beauty.

Staggering along he could found the need to lean against one of the trees, a hollow shell of dust and shriveled former glory. What should have been a might tree was a dark imitation, that left your eyes weeping and your soul in despair.

Inside himself Yummei felt the war being thought, his morality was at war with his baser instinct. To kill. Added to that was the never ending thirst, constantly bearing down on him forcing his step at every turn. Dominating him.

If he was capable of tears he would have wept but as he was he simply roared into the dark abyss before him and with a clenched jaw pushed himself forwards and onwards. Staggering through the forest of the menos, he felt the innumerable number of eyes upon his back. Drilling into him, bearing down upon him and judging him to weak to survive his struggle. He sneered with contempt at these hidden eyes; they were not so strong as to think of attacking him. No, not so strong as that.

At war with himself he pressed on, forging ahead with no sense of purpose now. He was marked, words and whispers reached him. He was the hollow who could not be trusted. A sick sense of sadness came over him at that, even among these disgusting beasts I’m an outcast.

Sadness was replaced by a hot boiling rage, an animal instinct of hate and aggression spurred out by the sadness of being shunned. He felt his jaw clench as he bit down hard, blood filled his mouth. His own blood, the taste of was euphoric. Hot and salty, running down the back of his throat it brought tears to his eyes and he was almost on his knees due to the taste of it.

Into his path came the body of a hollow, no. Not the body of a hollow it was still alive. With a punctured stomach, and its left arm missing, the beast’s wounds were serious. It would not die if let alone, the only thing that could kill a hollow was a blow to the head. But Yummei noted the intense spirit energy this beast was giving off. It was thick and heavy, out of context with anything Yummei had ever experienced before. This coupled with the appearance of the thing tipped Yummei of. This hollow was an adjuchas.

This decided it; Yummei would have to consume this major power before him. Slowly he moved forwards, the hollow had by now noticed him but in its state was unable to do anything to stop Yummei’s approach. So it watched with eyes burning, hate, anger… Fear.

Yummei felt no sadness. No pity. Those were human emotions, and he had lost those long since. Cupping the thing in his massive hands Yummei brought the hollow up to his mouth. Strange he thought that so much power could be contained within such a small thing.

With a last look into the desperate creatures eyes Yummei consumed him. The reaction was immediate. He was set ablaze by the force of it. The immensity of the spirit he had just consumed was at work on him. Twisting him. Changing him. Transforming him.

A dark cloud of energy surrounded Yummei and from it he stepped, his metamorphosis complete. He had been warped by the size of the spirit he had taken in. From an adjuchas he had consumed to an adjuchas he had become.

A dark being of immense power he was now. He looked upon himself and noted his appearance. No longer was he a carbon copy. He was individual now, he had a unique appearance. His skin was a pitch black. His form was thin but laden with whip cord tight muscle; he had a tail of roughly two feet and along it ran wicked looking spikes. His mask was in the form of and alabaster white creation, it covered his face and ended at the chin in a cruel looking point, and it curved up at the top into two deadly looking horns.

Yummei flexed his new limbs, testing them out. He felt lighter than ever. Leaping high into the air he performed a series of acrobatic maneuvers and landed nimbly on his feet. Cackling wildly he again leaped this time for one of the surrounding trees.

It was time to be gone from this cold forest of death, up and up he leaped using the trees for his support pillars he strove for the surface. The great roof of the forest rushed up to meet him and testing out his new power he gathered his reatsu and compressed it into a cero and let it strike.

The effect was amazing. It pierced clean through to the surface leaving a hole wide enough for a group of meno’s to pass through. One last leap and then… Freedom!

The sands of Hueco Mundo felt good between his toes. He drank in the sight of the black sky and once again cackled wildly to himself. Life was beginning to shape up well.

OOC: end of thread. needs to be assesed for points in spirit power.

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