Hueco Mundo. Like the name implied, it was a land of emptiness, miles of white desert sand illuminated by the silvery light of the full moon above. For the most part, silence reigned here, only disturbed by the shifting of desert sand in the wind or the anguished cry of a Hollow that had just become prey. Perched high in the black branches of a dead tree sat a large owl Adjucha, closed eyes accented by the horn-like feathers above them. The bottom of each one was outlined with one white crescent overlaying a black one, its swoop skirting up the sides of her beak. Her wings practically glowed in the moonlight, the long white feathers accented by the ruddy brown and inky black speckling them and dyeing the tips. Shingled, bone-like legs led to long black talons that curved around the branch, fastening her to it effortlessly. A sudden breeze stirred the sand beneath the tree and her eyes opened. They were bright round orbs that seemed even larger because of the pattern under them, the red color similar to that of candy coating.
Her head whipped around to survey the area behind her, the rest of her body staying perfectly in place. Though there was visibly no danger around her, she could sense that there was some poorly hidden spiritual pressure nearby, meaning prey was approaching. She turned her head the right way around and opened her wings, which made her figure even more imposing. She pushed herself high into the starry skies, sharp eyes scanning the alabaster sands below. If she had been physically capable, she would have smirked when she saw the Hollow galloping over the dunes. She circled noiselessly above it and then dove from the air, talons extended. Before her target could even register her presence, her talons went through its shoulders and its neck was bitten into, its blood staining the beak of the winged predator as it let out a final scream. She returned to her perch in the tree and tucked her wings back to her body, casually ripping bits of flesh off of her catch and consuming it.
Being of the same species, one would think that she would feel some sense of kinship between herself and her fellow Hollows, but that was not the case here. By her very nature, this Adjucha was a predator as well as a solitary creature. It was her firm belief that no such loyalty should exist. To her, there was no point in building up meaningless alliances; the only way to achieve power, to rise to the next level, was by her own strength and to consume the strength of others to increase it. Survival of the fittest. This was the way of the Hollow.
This was her life.