Aquiring a Taste (Open if anyone wants to join, I guess a start to a personal plot line?)

Such a pitiful race, those humans. They thought they were something, and yet they were nothing more than a cancer. A cancer on the face of a dying planet. Every moment they lived they were at risk of dying by some form of another. Even their own race often turned against one another. And yet the Shinigami believed that the Hollow were the scum who needed saving? Far from it. Hollows were the beginning of something great, something beyond their comprehension. They would be the race that would take over the spiritual world, and even the Shinigami's limitless potential would be broken down into dust. It was only a matter of time, and one of the newer additions to the Hollow numbers was about to make his mark known to the outside world.

A gentle breeze blew across the streets of Karakura Town, a scent of death lingering like the bad smell it was. The night sky was illuminated by stars, each being brighter than the one before, the moon being fully revealed at the highest point of the sky. Within this town, there was all the expected services. A school, hospital, police and fire station. All that and more. And yet, it was a relatively peaceful town considering the importance of the events of all those years before. However, would all these alone have been enough to keep the area safe? No, not at all. Every inch of this town was more often than not covered by one of those 'Death Gods'. But even their defence couldn't hold a stop to the Hollows, and day by day, the spirits of Karakura Town were gradually being devoured, one by one, and there was nothing they could do to truly put a halt to this.

The wind continued to blow towards a hospital, infact, the main hospital of the entire area. It was, for lack of a better word, huge, reaching up to those magnificient stars that sat in the air enjoying the good life. Almost every room in this hospital was holding people who were on deaths door. There was rumors that this was the hiding place for the Quincy, a simple old hospital in which they could practice their skills in order to become strong enough to fight off the swarms of hollow that simply loved to be in the area where death was imminent. And yet, the wind still blew past.

The destination was coming up. A small field, in which a young woman was brutally murdered, was the area of interest on this night. Why? A tormented spirit, a pulse, was being reported to be wondering around here. Apparently, women who get killed often enjoy sticking around the area due to being unable to accept their deaths. These were the likely beings to turn into Hollow, those who wanted revenge. Hollow were but a bunch of negativity all packed up in a body. This made them truly hateful, and a deadly combatant who didn't believe in sparring. This, was why they were so dangerous, and why they were the creatures that Shinigami tried so hard to stop.

And yet, on this day, there was only one Hollow trying to get a meal. But this Hollow was oddly small, only around the size of a German Sheppard. Most would think this would affect it, but alas, it didn't. Instead, his power was compact, allowing for more deadly impact shots, instead of spread out damage. His body was the brightest of reds, truly being a unique Hollow. This was made even more unique when it was realized he looked almost exactly like a wolf. Ironic, isn't it, how a child who grew up with wolves became one in death. Attached to his face, a mask, which mimic'd the shape of a wolves head, with a few subtle differences. Namely, the eye holes were slightly bigger, allowing for Methias' bring red eye's to pierce through the souls of those whom he looked upon. Aswell as this, the ears were perfectly triangular, and pointed straight upwards. While most wolves were Triangular, these were almost like Equalateral triangles. Too much perfection, one could say.

Stepping forwards onto his right paw, his eye's immediately located the target. Young woman, sitting on the floor, clearly scared of what was around her. Lowering his head, the Hollow began to walk through the grass, making his way towards her in an almost frightening pace. The walk turning into a run, the grass set ablaze, a world of fire immediately spreading due to both the wind and the grass. Within seconds, he was above her, and as just a few more passed, he was already digging into a fantastic meal, although his meal would have been struck short. Standing just beside him was another Hollow, who too apparently wanted to feast on this womans tasty body. A single giant hand shot towards the wolf-bodied Hollow.

Digging his feet into the ground, he dropped his meal, instead jumping up towards the arm. Landing atop its arm, Methias was immediately being swung wildly, having to use his four feet in unison to make any ground up the arm. Yet he did this effectively, merely a few moments passing before he came into contact with the mask. The head. Lowering his head once more, fire began to affect where he was standing, immediately burning the creature, its arm almost being turned into nothingness with only a few steps. Shooting forwards, their heads collided, smacking one another around twenty yards apart. The wolf Hollow, Methias, was still fine. The other had taken more damage, but was still more than an immediate danger to Methias. They were clearly around the same age, when it came to being a hollow, their abilities quite evenly matched it would seem. Yet Methias' condenced body was more frightening than most realized. The single moment where their heads collided had left the bigger Hollow with a crack down his mask. Now was the time to attack.

Using his smaller body to gain a burst of speed, he shot behind the Hollow, before leaping into the air from the blind spot. A common strategy, but one that was still incredibly effective. Landing behind the head, his three inch claws dug into the targets skull, ripping through it like butter. However, the hollow was still alive, but apparently injured. Yet, even worse than his, Methias' meal had been ruined! The initial attack that the hollow had used had somewhat burst the spiritual particles that kept he body together. He needed a new meal, and he needed it quickly. Simply gazing at the other Hollow, he realized what he had to do.

All in all, the Hollow kind actually tasted better than Pulses.

Kanime Saroki, 4th seat of squad two. Nickname? The Black Devil, given to her due to her pitch black spirit energy, and, her rather scary aura.

Yes, this was the saga of Kanime Saroki, a young girl striving for power, why? To protect the ones she loved, or, at least that was her resolve for the time being.


Saroki was searching the area, as were her orders. She was sent to find a ominous hollow, it was small, and rather weak. But her superiors had said that if it were to grow into a Vasto Lorde, it would be a big threat to all souls. And this, Saroki took seriously. Not much was known about it, so creating a strategy before-hand was pretty much impossible. Not only that, but, the little knowledge she did receive, was absolutely usless. On the contrary, it just made the hollow sound more powerful.

Condenced energy. Simply put, size doesn't always matter. Saroki didn't know what the hollow looked like, it's powers, or anything that was even remotely useful; But she presisted, she wouldn't turn down such a mysterious mission. The squad two girl was ontop of the branch of a very big tree, she could see everything. And to be quite honest, she could feel her desire to kill this hollow grow. Seeing a innocent soul be eaten with such cruelty...It made her shiver.

The girl slid her hands into her pockets, her eyes shining brightly. She was going to wait untill this new hollow had eaten the other hollow, simply because it meant she had to kill less.