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Reflections
Chapter Three - Savage Thing
He has become a Savage Thing, and he rips into his prey with a ferocity yet unseen in the Endless Sea. He tears, and he consumes, and he destroys, and he gives the Hollows stupid enough to challenge him something new to fear.
Gone is the small, pathetic thing he was in the beginning. Gone is the fear that had him running and hiding. Now, he meets those bigger than he, and stronger than he, with a sort of single-minded brutality, and he breaks them down to pieces.
Now, the satisfaction of feeding is inconsequential next to the visceral high of blood lust, of being taken over by pure instinct.
Battle is beautiful savagery, and it suits him well.
Though, it gives others ridiculous notions.
The rats who think they can challenge him come together one Endless Night and gather around him.
He is perched on a rock, trying to warm it- a futile attempt to imitate a lizard sunning itself. The noise of the assembled Hollows annoys him, and he digs his claws into the rock.
The screech of bone on pale quartz silences the bottom-feeders.
"Go away," he says. It's a compelling sound to some of the Hollows, and they shrink back, but others grow more bold.
Still, whatever words they had brought with them seem to have fled.
Anger creeps into his bones, and he stands. His hunger has never abated; it has always been a dull, beating ache that he carries with him to every corner of the Endless Sea. But he is ever willing to try.
Splaying his claws against the cool sand, he rears up on his hind legs and roars.
They come all at once, all gaping maws and grabbing fingers and greed, but he knows full well what they plan to do- the echoes of a previous meal's soul whispering the secrets of Hueco Mundo, and rumours... rumours of a place below the sand...
So instead of charging at them, he lets his reiatsu pour out and ensnare them. There is not a single one of them that would prove a challenge and so he entwines his reiatsu tightly with theirs, and pulls.
Helpless, they are drawn to him; their teeth and ambitions dulled.
He makes their power his own, and feels a new door within his soul open.
Then, he begins to sink down.
End Note: Hueco Mundo: literally translates to Hollow World in Spanish.