Bleach Hereafter RPG

Milo watched, her figure unwavering and stilled as her eyes followed the figure's movements. The bone fragment that all but disintegrated in the other's grasp, simply reminded her of the fragility of her mortal life the day she was killed. Slain, tossed and then reborn. Milo lifted a clawed hand to the now empty space on the creature's hand and let out a playful chuckle.

Mortal and weak she had been as a human, but in her current form that slowly began to grow as the days passed, held the very power she used to kill and eat her killers. The same power that had grown past her initial strength.

"I've been entertained by the oddest of prey. I've killed and devoured peculiar beings that were trying to slash at me with swords. Those that declared themselves a shinigami, screaming at me as I caught them off guard and relished every moment of it." The hollow reached over to touch at the severed finger, something that seemed so alluring.

"Although, there were some of the other hollows that were trying to eat me as well. I guess I looked like an easy and tasty snack for them at the time, then they ended up on my platter. Not too appetizing as they lacked the spice of danger. I'm sure it's nothing as interesting as what you've been doing."

Death Gods. So that's what the shinigami were, or what their role in this figurative spiritual food chain. Although they only intended to purify them, it didn't make their method of doing so lacking in grace. Well from the few clumsy little ones that decided to ruin her fun of the hunt, they truly lacked focus and would slash at her as if she were some moronic beast.

Her adventures in her hollow form helped in adapting to her current body. So if she were to be purified...would she return to looking like she did back then? Delicate and frail? Why think of such a thing now? If she were to be purified, it would not guarantee that she would have the same amount of power as she did now as a hollow.

"I will continue to feed." She spoke with a finality and note of seriousness when she reached to take the severed finger from the creature before her. Her sharp claws digging into the long finger, her eyes focused on the eerie piece of meat. A potent meal enough to give her more strength and to change.

"Nothing exciting happened after my constant encounters with the death gods. It was rather lonely travelling and hunting alone for my meals. A few energetic shinigami tried to kill me for my 'atrocities' as she had spoken. But...is surviving really that much of a crime? I've only realized that the life I live now is vastly different due to my powers, but...the strong trampling on the weak is anything but eerily similar. If...if I strive to become stronger, will you let me be of some company to you? If ever I lose my usefulness, you may do as you will with me."

And without another string of sentences and meaningless banter to a dull existence, the hollow devoured the finger.

The suffocation she felt from just this much reiatsu was astonishing to the bat-like hollow as she was forced onto her knees, and just as quickly, she was able to breathe easily. As her head was patted, she felt relaxed with the touch. She needed to become stronger so she could be of some use to the other, if she were to ever amount to something in his eyes. She needed enough power to even withstand such a flare of energy, even if it was just a small show of his strength.

"I will." The hollow responded, eager to please and having found herself yearning to be of some use to the one that rescued her. Gave her the strength needed to kill the very things that killed her slowly.

"I want to be able to walk beside you and witness whatever it is you wish to show me. I will make sure of it." The bat-like hollow felt herself miss the very skeletal hand that could very much kill her if he so willed it. The drive to become something more was within her reach and to find somewhere she could belong in this afterlife. One year. One more year and she will make sure to show her improvements.

More decisions to make in the near future.

One year.

She took her path and leapt into flight as they parted, ready to meet one another again.

The days that passed were a blur to the young hollow as she had worked tirelessly for every waking moment and opportunity given to devour. Her hunger continuously spiking as her strength accumulated and soon, she felt her limbs reform and change to better adapt to her voracious appetite and form of hunting.

She felt her body shape itself into something almost resembling a humanoid but it kept her bat-like features due to her beginning form. She knew it had at least been a year, an entire year of perilous foes trying to snuff her out.

She had become somewhat of a problem for local hollows and the shinigami who patrolled the areas in which many mysterious disappearances occurred. If she even let her guard down for only a moment, her life would have surely been snuffed out like the flickering flame of a melting candle. She was persistent and she wanted to see the skeletal hollow once again, holding tight to the hope of improving and learning what she could from her time as the days went by.

Before she could even realize where she arrived, her body moved on its own and walked towards the direction of her birth. Her death day anniversary if you will.

She stood still for a moment before her eyes met the form of a very familiar figure, and her numbing senses to the blurring of time, she quickly made her way towards the other. Hoping that at leat her mannerisms and behavior were enough to make it easy to identify her. She felt herself feel just a bit insecure as she took yet another step and stood tall before the other hollow. She hoped to make the male happy and to live up to whatever it was he had seen in her that fateful day.

She stood before the skeletal hollow, wondering if he would recognize her in that moment.