YOU'LL KNOW I WASN'T JOKING WHEN YOU SEE THEM TOO
Really, spirits were pesky creatures. argus had spent years watching them, mostly out of duty but half parts morbid curiosity. While most didn't turn into the specified class of "hollow" that she was trained to hunt, a good portion did. The few that somehow broke out of the process where simply spirits. Some trapped in a deal with a demon and some wondering listlessly; However, the end result was all the same. Spirits will twist contort as time passes. They will forget what it was like to live and only remember being dead. Slowly their memories fade, their morals do too. The easiest way in knowing how old a spirit was was how ruthless, how bloody it was and that: was down to a simple science.
The scent that twisted the air was common, not quite-rouge, but distinct. It held something far more subtle, the breath of the sea, the forest greens. Intoxicating that wasn't detectable to a normal mortal, but to a soul eater it was the scent of power. She was trained to hunt creatures like this. Hunt and devour, or hunt and send to the afterlife. It was a shinigami's duty to make them pass on, without judgment. So the spirit can be either destroyed or given another chance to know what living feels like. It was the hollow in her that craved, that sent her teeth a dull ache and made the yawning hunger in her leap to the front of her mind.
It was easy to forgo by the knowledge that they were trying to draw them out for a reason. Easy to forget that they weren't calling to her out loud but calling out all the same. Like a rabbit screaming in pain, the wolf did not come to help but to kill. To hunt in both senses, she licked her own maw, wings pressed along her back as she watched the group alongside the beach. She only had eyes for two- the first two. It was easy to forget that she had control when the beast, the hollow inside her screamed in victory at such a fine meal laid out in front of her. It's been so long since she had indulged- she was so hungry.
" You should not be here." Argus spoke aloud as she approached, but she gave the distinct feeling that she was only talking to [member=323]fish[/member] and [member=67]beck.[/member] Her once dull red eyes were now rimed with a black instead of white. Splotches of silver shining within the red coloration not making her beastly, but monsterous all the same. "I will give you five seconds to leave before I make an example out of all of you." She licked along the outside of her maw and grinned, on edge and ready to fight- to hunt all the same.
The scent that twisted the air was common, not quite-rouge, but distinct. It held something far more subtle, the breath of the sea, the forest greens. Intoxicating that wasn't detectable to a normal mortal, but to a soul eater it was the scent of power. She was trained to hunt creatures like this. Hunt and devour, or hunt and send to the afterlife. It was a shinigami's duty to make them pass on, without judgment. So the spirit can be either destroyed or given another chance to know what living feels like. It was the hollow in her that craved, that sent her teeth a dull ache and made the yawning hunger in her leap to the front of her mind.
It was easy to forgo by the knowledge that they were trying to draw them out for a reason. Easy to forget that they weren't calling to her out loud but calling out all the same. Like a rabbit screaming in pain, the wolf did not come to help but to kill. To hunt in both senses, she licked her own maw, wings pressed along her back as she watched the group alongside the beach. She only had eyes for two- the first two. It was easy to forget that she had control when the beast, the hollow inside her screamed in victory at such a fine meal laid out in front of her. It's been so long since she had indulged- she was so hungry.
" You should not be here." Argus spoke aloud as she approached, but she gave the distinct feeling that she was only talking to [member=323]fish[/member] and [member=67]beck.[/member] Her once dull red eyes were now rimed with a black instead of white. Splotches of silver shining within the red coloration not making her beastly, but monsterous all the same. "I will give you five seconds to leave before I make an example out of all of you." She licked along the outside of her maw and grinned, on edge and ready to fight- to hunt all the same.