15 AD- Ch1: Endless Hunger:  The vast sands that encompassed a world of darkness.  Upon these sands a lone hollow whose body looked very much so like a stag had appeared.  A soul that had wandered and corrupted after being warped for so long. What was it? It did not remember it’s name, and it did not remember it’s purpose. There was a simple thing that drove it. The need for evolution, the growling voracity to devour everything, to rip and rend to crush and brutalize the world had been ingrained into it’s very bones. It was but a newling which had just hatched, a creature that was struggling to stand and weaker than the rest due to it’s diminutive size. However as it began to make it’s first steps, tottering into the realm around it, it’s hooves having ran against the ground, The howling of kindred monsters could be heard.

Hollows, the more interesting ones that was that had sentiment had long since learned to camp out against their brethren. Four of them came one after the other. Voracious predators which looked like wolves had rushed over the crested dunes of bleach-bone sand after their quarry, the lone newling stag hollow.  These slightly intelligent beings thought maybe it would be that they would be able to satiate the hunger that rested in their bones. Or maybe they thought that by working together they would be able to finally beat the predatory instinct that drove hollows to rip eachother apart. Whatever the reason, the moon hung heavy over this intrepedly darkened night.

The howl of these beasts had shattered the serenity that may have once lingered. In it’s place there was simply a needless fear and desperation that had finally sunk into the bones of the bestial stag. Unlike the animal that it had formed after, this being was . . devilishly powerful, and it’s keening whale finally had broken the night in response to the predators that had rushed after it.  The first of the hollows had lunged, hoping to attack the stags flank, however the unexpected happened. The stag’s horn dipped right and ripped through the beasts body. Those horns were unbelievably sharp, as if they had been hewn from knives.  It would only take a second for the lowly wolf to be torn straight in two.

Finally, the distended maw of the stag had opened up, the guttural growl that broke the silence having echoed out for the world to bask in. Then the stag launched off at break-neck speeds, dancing amongst the throng of predatory beasts. The stag made up for it’s lack of inherent power with an overwhelming difference in speed and agility. It practically ghosted through the throng of hollows.  It’s body a phantom that just sought to shred these wolves apart.  Leaving gash after gash in it’s opponents like the ruthless cunning creature that it truly was.  It looked like a spirit-beast, untouched by the realm as it’s pitch black coat seemed to remain unmarred by the claws of it’s foes.

Hopping from the frey, the mouth of this beautiful stag distended, a crimson roar exploding forth from it’s gullet to simply rip through the tattered bodies of it’s opponents. The alabaster sands had been torn through, an ugly scar having formed from against it from the might of the cero. Sure, it wasn’t strong, it’s crimson beam maybe expanding in a linear fashion to engulf a space that was approximately twenty by seventy feet in a fiery hell of reishi and crimson hollow energy before dissipating to leave the defeated beasts below, but still it was one of the trade-marks of hollow kind, the cero.  After defeating it’s prey the hollow ventured forth, devouring the kindred spirits out of the nagging instinct that had been growing in the back of it’s mind.

And when it tasted that first bit of spirit, the lovely sensation that rolled onto their tongue spurred them to eat more. And even more then that, it caused some strange kind of yearning that lay within the hollow to be spurred on, a kind of craving that was more powerful than sex, more enticing than drugs, and the most euphoric high this beast could ever hope to feel. It caused a  feeling of strength to rush through the body of the hollow that devoured it’s prey in seconds. Gobbling up the remains before the beast looked forth into the night and set off in a random direction in a trot. It’s hooves kicking up little bits of sand here and there while it moved.

The desolate was so overwhelming, the silence seemed to encompass everything as it moved solemnly through the sands. If it could feel it might have been swallowed up with the sparseness of these pristine sands that stretched on to infinity with only the sparse interruptions of long-dead and calcified tree’s to show that this place could have been something else once.  It’s body had long since become accustomed to the darkness, accustomed to the endless need to devour and seek foes.  As it moved, as it danced, as it breathed it slaughtered. It’s path truly was one that was littered with the unending trail of it’s brethrens bodies.  Devouring, and eating, swallowing and gulping, chewing and finishing it was like a locust that swept everything that entered it’s jaws.

How many hollows did it kill? Dancing and fighting, gaining wounds and giving them, each day was one that was filled with the simplistic and yet rewarding dance of death. While some hollows gained intelligence, this one gained battle experience. It single-mindedly sought out the hollows around it. It would find them, and eat them. What did it mean to be a being that was born for slaughter? This stag had probably become very close to that, devouring thousands of it’s brethren in the natural quest that a hollow would undergo for evolution.


With every soul that it devoured in the first thirty years of it’s life it grew in power. With every mask it ate, with every hollow it killed it began to find itself nearing that beaten path of power that it had sought unerringly since the beginning. This was a land where there was no law, there was no order. The vasto rained supreme and it was truly a time of primality. The only thing that existed even amongst intelligent hollows was [i]hunger[/i].   The need to devour, to slaughter, to establish dominance in this realm was one that was ingrained into the very bones of these beasts. Unity simply did not matter, there was only the unerring need to be strong.  In a detached sense that was exactly what this being wanted. Unilateral strength.  It devoured those around it until it could only begin to comprehend the concept of time. Comprehend the concept of hunger and the drive to destroy.

Yes, as this hollow devoured more, as it got stronger the concept of intelligence had already begun to blossom into it’s brain. It learned how to ambush ,  to feint and to attack. Amongst the slightly more intelligent hollows this monster even in the era of chaos and unrest had gleaned a very startling nickname. For it’s gluttony and it’s savageness it had been long since known to many of hollow kind in the region that it existed upon as simply the devourer. It was an aberration that was to brutal even for the hollows that had tried to run and fight it.

The only word to describe this stag was the word terrifying. As it learned and got smarter it began to enjoy the need to kill, the drive to hunt and maim the creatures that it ate. The fear, the scent of fear that would waft from their bodies, the eurphoric rush it got when it could instinctually feel the fear that only stemmed from the knowledge that the stag was going to devour them.  And so it continued to kill, it continued to eat and rip those who came into contact to it to shreds for the simple savage reason that it could do so.  It ate, and devoured the souls that it killed, it maimed and bided it’s time because it wanted to.  It had such a . .glee in killing one that it’s primitive intelligence could not understand.

Understanding, well that would come much later, however as the stag continued to traverse the sands it gained a love of killing. A drive to kill that was superimposed over it’s need to devour souls.  However one day it came across a beast that was nothing like the beings that it had fought before. This being towered in the sky, behemoth in every way as it’s lumbering body simply blotted out the moon.  Up here in the surface menos were . . a rare sight.  Even if this stag like hollow did not know what it was, it . . wanted to kill it. Something so big was bound to be yummy, and instinctually it knew on some level that this would be a feast that was beyond compare to the hollows that it had gobbled up in its existence so far.

It stalked the menos many. . many days. Studying it’s habits, watching the beast which for all intents seemed mindlessly drawn to murder roam across the sands. However eventually, the stag had decided to strike. It’s hooves had plowed through the sand as it had jumped up to the top of the menos’s head using it’s superior agility before the menos could even react. For such a superior being as the menos was in comparison to the lowly hollow before it, the events after would simply be akin to that of a one sided slaughter.  The stag had went for the mask on the menos’s head,  firing a cero into it point blank the moment it hand landed on the menos’s face.

A brilliant flash of crimson had broken the mask of the menos and brought it to the ground.  The Stag still stood pristine on the hollows head as it slowly fell back, smoke rising from it’s head as it inevitably smashed into the ground. The reverberating thud--coupled with the sand that was displaced painted a very . . unique picture on this particular sandy night. The sight of a stag with jagged teeth tearing into the flesh of a menos that had been dissipated by a blow to it’s mask. Bite by bite the souls that lay within the menos were devoured in their entirety by the stag that remained atop it. Power like no other began to rush into the being of the hollow. It was a massive jump which had soon pushed this hollow over the massive hurdle of power that it had remained stagnated at for many years. Far stronger than it’s hollow brethren, a monster that was able to kill it’s more evolved cousins, and yet it too on this fateful night was beginning to undergo the massive jump in evolution that could be seen from the threshold of hollow to menos.

Blackened reiatsu , tinged with flecks of white had covered the body of the stag as it seemed to begin to grow. The stag was originally only about a meter in height, however after it’s body gained the massive surge in power that had come from devouring the menos it was now a meter and a half.  It’s stag-horns had the biggest change of fall, it’s pitch black body was balanced by the whitened horns that adorned this beasts head.  The power that rolled within it’s flesh was . . magnificent.  Beyond that it’s primitive intelligence had improved even further. Where it may have been considered to be but a beast before it may be more considered to be a child at this point.

Thirty more years would pass, and as the Devouring Stag continued to eat, devouring the souls of hollows, of menos, of anything that entered it’s domain it would raise in power. Growing stronger, growing faster until the day that it finally broke the limits of becoming a menos. The raw power that would roll through the mindless beasts flesh would be immense. The overwhelming might that was laying just in front of it’s fingertips was enough for it for the first time it’s mind had blossomed into consciousness.  . .

[b]85-300 AD - The Devourer: [/b]  The devourer had gained quite a reputation in the first 85 years of it’s life. The stag who had gone from a monster that simply devoured, to the sentient being that now stood in the sands and gazed out across it with the blackened holes of its mask seemed to be beyond the simple being that had lurked there prior. There was . . intelligence in it’s gaze, and as it watched a group of hollows come over the horizon it was able to contemplate it’s existence much more clearly than it had ever before.  While the concept of it’s own conception had still overwhelmed the mind of the newly made adjuchas it did not mean that it could now appreciate the ability to think.  It had such a . . uniqueness, for once it was finally able to recognise things for more than instinct, each action it was possible to ponder why it happened.

It’s body, looking more like a mixture of humanoid and beast had rushed forward,  moving deftly through the dunes as it had slaughtered yet another group of hollows. Even though this group had many hollows within it. . it wasn’t a challenge for the stag. Instead it was like a wolf wading into a crowd of sheep.  It’s hands ripped through hollow. The crimson arc of a cero blasting from it’s mouth as it danced away from the beams of multiple hollow that had been fired towards it. The crimson streams burned through the skies above, and smashed into the ground below as they passed the hollow right on by.  By all means it certainly looked like this stag-like being was dancing through the fray. It was simply to hard to catch.  . . until a being rushed out from the throng.

The adjuchas known as the devourer didn’t really have time to think, let alone react as it was sent flying backwards by the powerful force of a being that could only be many times stronger than even it. It’s back plowed through the sands and as it did it could feel for the first time frustration running through it’s being. How could it be that something so powerful would appear with a group of beings as weak as these hollows? The devourer could never being to figure out why, it merely flipped from it’s back to avoid the next attack. A attack that never came, because as the stag like being had stood on it’s hind legs and glanced through the sand that had already settled it seemed like the strangely humanoid looking individual had simply asked.

[b]”Are you willing to follow me? Or are you going to scram from my sight?” [/b]

It was such a simple interaction. However it was one that brought so much irritation to the devourers mind. How many beings had it killed? How many beings could say that they had bested it? NONE. that was why even with the simplistic mind of the adjuchas that mainly killed and only knew the concept of killing it was so offended by this comment with every fiber of it’s being. If it could it would have fought this being before it, if it could have it would have ripped the being who was telling it to leave it’s hunting grounds to shreds. . .

. . . If it was more powerful than this being that is.  Which was why as the immense power of the being swamped over the devourer it did the one thing that it thought that it would never do.  Turning around the devourer had fled from that place, vowing then and there that it would get stronger, so much stronger that it would  become powerful enough to retake the home that it had lost. To take back this affront that had damaged it’s pride so completely that it didn’t know if it would be able to actually overcome it.  It left with such speed, and such ferocity that it would be only seconds before the stag like being had simply disappeared from the place of it’s origin. Cast out from it’s ancestral home, the pride had given way to something that it had never seen but always felt.

Deep within it’s heart it had felt absolute terror. It was terrified that a being so powerful that it could simply toss them around like a doll had appeared. It made the devourer want to scream and run away after the ire and the rage had disappeared. It simply wished to flee. To be capable of living another day and thus that is what it did. It didn’t know how long it ran, the landscape was so similar that it seemed like the realm around them went on forever, and yet it had continued to run, run until it finally felt the fear dissipate. It’s body coming to a complete stop as it exhaled and  glanced over the horizon. The sky was as black as ever, and yet it was now in a place where nothing knew of it. It did not know if it would be able to enjoy the same sensation as it had back then as the top of the pyramid.

Anguish and fear left the adjuchas’s soul as it felt all the emotions that ransacked it at once.  It above all else felt such a primal rage that it’s mouth only released an anguished roar. It had been spared, because someone had deigned it not powerful enough, deigned it to be so weak that it was simply not worth the time, nor the effort to beat. That was the sole reason it had been spared, and the devourer knew it.  This rage, it filled the devourer up, the shame caused the beast to run out of control and it eventually in it’s rampage, slaughtering countless hollow and menos had eventually come to the confines of a fissure.  This fissure as it paused on the edge and looked down seemed like an abyss. An endless abyss that had a fog shrouding it as if to denote how absolutely monstrous it was.

However more then that it felt that if it went into the abyss it might be able to glean the power it sought. If it was afraid then how was it going to get stronger? How was it going to evolve into a being that would be able to cause the realm to tremble in fear? How was it going to gain the power it needed ultimately to fight the one which had caused it so much grief and pain? It was this sentiment that caused the adjuchas to leap down into the abyss it’s body free-falling forth into the darkness that seemed to stretch on forever.

It landed in a realm that was . . full of stone tree’s that seemed like they would touch the sky. And forward the devourer went. Where it went it carved out a path of blood. Of chaos and destruction that seemed to encompass everything that lay before it. It was hellbent. It was going to kill, and it was going to devour. To get stronger, it was an unerring quest for power.  The adrenaline that awashed the beasts veins in this period as it fought anything that came into the new domain it set up was . . thrilling.  Every moment of it’s existence seemed to be drowned out in devouring and bloodshed. It was determined to get so much stronger than it was, determined to become a pinnacle existence that could lord over everything else around it.

However even now. . it didn’t seem to understand it’s feelings. It merely was a creature that sought the need to kill, and to eat. It satiated it’s needs with the souls of the hollows that surrounded it. It genocided those of the same race simply for the reason that it could. It thought nothing of the pain, the fear, and the dread that it could be causing to the beings around it for a simple reason. Even as it got smarter there was something inherently missing from the makeup of the being and yet bit by bit emotions still had begun to fill the evolving and learning adjuchas.

The feeling of fear, which had been ingrained deep within it’s bones as it traversed the shifting sands. The feeling of anger of being challenged. The feeling of want for the place it had been born and ascended so far in power that it felt that it could challenge the world. All of these things had become a part of the devourer even if it didn’t want them. These [i]things[/i] propelled the wayward adjuchas forward as the realm unbeknownst to the adjuchas was changing. Hollows were being collected around it. From beings that claimed that a grand “ruler” had finally emerged amongst them that would make this world a better place for them. A ruler that would unite them. . .

Needless to say, the devourer didn’t need any ruler it did not wish to be ruled. Nor did it need to be constrained. As other hollows bowed, the being the devourer only had one thing in mind for beings that simply bowed because of strength. Where as as a menos and hollow and even the first thirty years of being it’s killing had been for pleasure. It seemed as it learned it’s motives changed.  Moving through the tree like stone in the forest of menos it would slaughter those who bowed to this unknown ruler. It resisted because of the sole fact that it did not believe that one being could rule over everything. It hated that notion to the point that it continued to kill, and eat those who defected.

In fact, in the years following the vast majority of the adjuchas and menos it ate, were ones that had somehow been corralled to follow this leader. Little did the devourer know that the fateful encounter with the being that had been so absurdly stronger than them was the being that was uniting hueco mundo at this very moment. All that the devourer knew was that through the process of killing those who sought to help conquer the place that they had decided to make their home they had been delaying a process that was happening on every other corner of the realm. Times were beginning to change, rouge hollows were being killed or subjugated by the much more powerful force of barracuda.

And yet despite this, the devourer continued to kill those who now invaded their turf. Fierce battles waged almost every day between them and other menos, other adjuchas who were sent with the expressed purpose of subjugating this part of the realm. This very remote corner of the forest of menos, that required individuals to delve deep, deep within the caverns that extended from it.  Yet, of every being that was ever sent in two hundred years to this portion of the realm, only one would come back.  Every other one was slaughtered, beaten and killed by the stag who had taken up residence in this place.

Not to mention with every hollow eaten, every being that had sought to kill them uprooted and turned into energy, in two hundred years the stag saw a massive boost in power. One so strong that it caused the adjuchas’s mind to become clear and eventually for their body to begin the process of metamorphosing once more. More streamlined, and much more human the creature had become a being that was far stronger than any adjuchas around it. It was beginning to transcend a barrier that it thought that it would never be capable of surmounting.


It happened in a massive explosion of reishi that exclipsed everything around them.  The massive volumes of power overwhelming anything they truly thought about achieving. Breaking past the boundaries that she held she had finally managed to ascend to the form of a vasto. Her body, with it’s bulky size had begun to fragment, the stag had shattered apart and from the shell of bone was the appearance of a girl with white hair.

When her silver gaze shifted around the realm surrounding them, the Remains of her mask adorning her face. They looked like the bones of a stag’s skull, and they adorned the top of her face, obscuring her otherwise oppresive sight. There was an air of power behind the being that stood there glancing across the remote layer deep within menos forest.  As if a switch had been thrown inside of the hollow which was alluding to their almost primordial essence.

300-1300AD [b] The Horned Queen: [/b]  The realm was changing faster than one would ever hope to imagine. Law, order, the primal era of the strongest ruling for many seemed to be beginning to come to a close. Only now once reaching the pinnacle of power that they had strived to achieve for so long did they realize this power that they had obtained was only the beginning.  So many possibilities went through the newly made vasto-lorde head. It was the first time in its existence where the need to kill, the need to slaughter and devour had taken a back seat to the larger need to understand just what they were. Why was it when they looked at their own hand what they saw was pristine and white.

Finally they knew they were a thing, but more concepts had come into her mind from the collective of innumerable souls that had been devoured.  Tidbits of information that wove together to give her concepts such as sex, gender, morality. All of these emotions were enough to bog down and perplex the white-haired woman whose gleaming silver gaze shone out like floodlights beneath the bone-mask of a deer which obscured her features.  It was the first time that instead of being affected by the realm around her, she had been instead changed by something that was herself.

It was a question that stumped her for years after she became a vasto lorde, as she killed, as she slaughtered the beings that dare encroach upon her territory, it arrived one day, as she stared down at the broken body of an adjuchas which looked up at her with abject horror that she was given something other than the misnomer “devourer”. From one of the few beings that had ever lived long enough to know what she was. Upon it’s dying breath, this oddly intelligent adjuchas had spoken and said.

[i]”.. A horned . . Queen”[/b]

It was such an odd notion to her, why would she be given a name which had no use, no real . . implication on herself? However, it was a name that she could use to denote herself, a name to distinguish her from the remainder of the realm around them.  It was probably an hour after the adjuchas was killed that a party of adjuchas had come out of the caves and seen the lone woman, whose face was obscured by the mask of a deer simply standing there.  The Devourer of course was still stuck on the concept of a name, and thus it was not aware of the adjuchas until they had managed to get within ear-shot of her. This however marked the first instance of speech that the devourer ever had used, it’s soft, and normally unused voice echoing as it said.

[b]”Leave, this is my territory.”[/b]

The response from the adjuchas, who were trembling with rage at the disdainful tone that had come from this strange womans lips would only be further afirmed by it’s scathing, hauty tone.

[b]”Leave? We are here to claim this land under the orders of barracuda. “[/b]

A name, another name. Why did hollows need to use them to identify themselves? The devourer was perplexed by this sentiment, this need to have a identifier in which other could use. Was a name important? She did not know but as she looked forward at the adjuchas before her she felt that she really didn’t care [i]who[/i] this person was.  She didn’t feel fear from the name and thus she had responded as if they were garbage.

[b]”I don’t know who that is, but if you stay here i will have you for dinner.” [/b

The adjuchas eventually didn’t know. . and didn’t care who this was, they would simply charge down the crest from where the caves had originated in an attempt to salvage their honor.  What these hollows weren’t ready for was the power that would greet them. The devourer’s foot had pressed against the sand below, displacing it as it had come forward in and instance. Appearing before one of the adjuchas to have her hand collide with it’s head.  The end result was the adjuchas’s head would explode like a wet grape, it’s body dissipating into nothingness as the broken remant of the faded mask would be pressed up against the parted lips of the devourer.  The soul of the adjuchas being devoured right then and there upon her lips.  Her voice drab, and yet amused it seemed as she’d speak out once more.

[b]”..I gave you a chance, i don’t know what’s happened to the rest of the realm, however here there is only one thing that holds sway. “[/b]

For the first time, the faint beginnings of a smile curled cruelly onto the corners of her lips. The savage glee that she got from having this power roiling beneath her flesh, from being able to leap forth like a loosed arrow, her foot catching and pinning an adjuchas to the ground as she glanced down at it disdainfully.  The sand having dispersed beneath her feet as the adjuchas beneath her, and the adjuchas around her for a moment dared not move. A delicate pink tongue slithering across her lips as she wet them, her voice echoing as she finished what she wished to say.

[b]”That is the strongest rules, and you are not powerful. “[/b]

It could be repressed emotions from that time, the only time in the devourer’s life it had been oppressed so completely by another  that spurred it to continue to speak,  their dainty lips parting as a crimson beam fired from her mouth to engulf two of the adjuchas, completely turning them to a charred husk, the beam expanding before it faded into the distance.

[b]” You are mere snacks, morsels which can be used for the purpose of satiating my hunger.”[/b]

Her other foot stomped down, piercing directly through the adjuchas body as she looked down at it. She didn’t need to confirm this being’s fear for her. The pride that had saturated it’s being had long since faded away for abject fear from the monster that stood before it.  That terror brought a feeling of. . pride in her chest.  However that didn’t stop her from ripping  the adjuchas apart, her oddly sharp body making quick work of the being in front of her.

In the years to come, many more adjuchas came into her domain, seeking to conquer it in the name of the one who ruled over them. It was a constant battle, war. However it was also a simple thing, as many hollows were sent to her she’d kill. It didn’t matter how many, or how often she’d simply devour them, kill them, torture them and enjoy the terrified look on their faces before they met their final moments. It was how she passed hundreds of years. Even as the realm around her solidified into a mighty empire the lands that she inhabited remained one of the most lawless places in all of hueco mundo. It was unchanged since the era in which merely strength was dominant.

In all this time as well she had never left her domain.  There wasn’t a real reason to leave the lovely stone forest which had become her home. No need to venture into the outside world when a life of battle, violence, and food lay all in her fingertips. It was because of this that the devourer did not need to leave her home. Hundreds of years flew by and the being continued to do what it felt like doing. It would kill when it needed to, slaughtering countless hollow and devouring them for the satiation of the gnawing hunger that seemed to encompass every fiber of her war-like being.

Even so, she became more aware of the outside realm due to the information that trickled in from time to time. Hueco mundo. . was no longer the place of her birth, a land that was ruled by simply strength and voracity. Order, laws, everything was beginning to grow neater, tidier. Such unwholesomeness had already begun to encroach upon her own domain. Hollows who didn’t simply kill, didn’t simply eat had already begun to show up. It . . [i]disgusted[/i] her. Hollows were born from chaos, fed on blood, those who had reached the peak solely did so because they had been more voracious and powerful than the rest. These rules, the order that had been imposed was sickening to her and that was why the devourer had taken a new approach to her own region, a place that was well and truly left alone now by the hueco mundo empire.

Those hollows that came in that tried to practice the ways of civility well. . they were destroyed. The savage beasts which simply killed and ripped each other apart now escaped the notice of the devourer, her sights set on the hollows that would offset the lovely chaos of her home.  In the fifty years that followed it would become a hell on earth for those who believed in barracuda’s ways within the realm that she had made her own.  Hollows had only once choice, which was to flee. All but the horrible savage beasts that simply wished to rip and maim where completely driven out during this time.

 The horrible story of a savage hollow that lived in a domain of monsters had circulated in remote parts of hueco mundo, however no one thought much of it. Why would there still be a hollow practicing such barbarity? This was why unlike many of the vasto lordes who continued to strike fear into the hearts of those around them, it seemed that the devourer faded into obscurity for a another 1-2 hundred years.  The legacy of her savagery falling to the winds, spoken of every once and a while but never truly touched upon.

During these two hundred years however she took her first steps out of the realm of hueco mundo. Just like many of her brethren who had every one and awhile decided to go and venture forth into the world of the living, the vasto lorde for the first time in her life had found that she was hitting a plateau. She had gained the power she had sought, and adjuchas were barely changing that, it didn’t matter the kind of hollows that she fought, it just seemed. . monotonous.  Which was why one moon-shrouded day the devourer had looked forth at the ceiling far above her and let out a sigh.

[b]”..These sands have grown on me, and yet now they bore me so completely.”[/b]

Snow white hair had spilled out across her bone mask as her hand moved right, the air splitting apart as a void of inky blackness was torn in the sky in front of her.  She was a big fish in a small pond, and now she was going out to explore the world.  Her petite figure took the first step forth, trailing into the void before it closed behind her.  She did not know where this would go, the garganta--a basic tool of hollows and arrancars alike allowing her to pass through the gap betwixt dimensions.  Moving forth into a new chapter of her violent and savage life.

[b] 1300-1500 AD - flùr dubhach: [/b]

On a dusky night, the devourer stepped forth out of the garganta that had opened upon a sprawling green field. Her pale feet brushing into the ground as she took her first step onto the grass below and her luminous silver eyes shifted upwards to stare at the starlit sky above.  This realm was so different, so . . backwards when compared to the realm of shifting sands. Her pale complexion, and her stunning figure looked almost ethereal in the darkness.  As if she wasn’t a being that belonged in this realm, and for all intents and purposes that was correct. She didn’t belong here, and maybe it was that otherworldliness that allowed her to truly appreciate the scenery to it’s epitome.

It was like a breath of fresh air for her, and often she did not find a single hollow in sight. Instead there were creatures that looked so very similar to herself.  Bipedal with rounded faces and delicate features that did not have the mark of bone on them, or a hole that would adorn their chest. It was such a strange notion, and as the devourer watched these beings, she learned of their savagery.  They would slaughter each other in such brutal ways, using sharp stick-like objects that would slice through their opponents like butter. Crimson blood staining everywhere.

It was so much messier then the battles she had undergone before. Red would blanket the ground, limbs would not dissipate and it . . intrigued her.  To the point that one day, when two rival clans were battling on a fateful moonlit night over some minor squirmish the devourer joined the ranks of the battle. Her body was not seen by many, given hollows and supernatural beings could not be seen by those who did not have supernatural sight, however she was still seen by a few men. As she rushed into the crowd her hands became scythes, ripping through bodies, tearing through limbs. Throwing and crushing these weaklings like they were ants. As blood spattered across her, as she felt the satisfying crunch of bone she figure out there was much, much more to fighting than simply destroying her brethren hollow.

This sensation, the feeling of liquid dripping down her flesh--the feeling of bone being crushed within her hand was enough to cause her to feel electrim in every fiber of her being. To the few that would survive this massacre they had spoken of a horrendous being who had come upon them in the corner of dusk. A girl whose hair was the color of snow, and whose face was adorned and partially obscured with the skull of a stag.  She was like a flower, unstained in the fading light of the sun which faded to dusk, naturally because humans really didn’t know of the existance of hollows she was thought to be one of the Sidhe, the elusive fairies of scotland and ireland.

As sighting of her appearing throughout scotland's history grew more frequent she began to be known as simply the flùr dubhach -- the dusk flower. It was a name that once it passed around the highlands had reached The devourer’s ears.  The devourer in it’s long life had many nicknames, many names that had been given to it by others. The devourer, the horned queen. However arguably the name it liked the most had been the one she was given here.  Having learned about scotland immensely in the first twenty years she had been here, assimilating language, learning customs she had also learned of the concepts of many things around her. Infact her voice eventually assimilated a distinct irish accent to it. With all this considered her love for the highlands had grown on her far more than the drabness of hueco mundo.

With that all taken into consideration, the ancient hollow had finally decided that it would use the name  flùr dubhach as its own. Not the devourer, not the horned queen, but the name the flùr dubhach. It was the turning point in her life, for a being as warlike as she had she did not wantonly slaughter as she normally did. Rather, she often spent her days wandering the highlands of scotland, taking in the unique sights of the world around her.  The realm was so much more vibrant and alive than the world of hollows which she had been stuck in for so long.

Every now and again she did feast on a human soul, having found them to be much easier to kill and eat than her fellow hollows, but it was far less frequent than her voracity that she had been known for in hueco mundo all those years ago. This time for her was vastly a time of maturity, one that she actually used to discover herself, outside the voracious and savage killer that she had entrenched into her bones. It was a strange time where everything had changed slowly, and surely for her.  This was also the point in time in which she learned that not all beings were like herself. She watched babes come squalling from the wombs of their mothers, those babes grow larger, older, stronger. Then she watched them age and eventually die, she learned that it was unnatural to simply live forever, as she and most hollow did.

However, it was this knowledge that brought perspective into her life, it balanced the bloodthirsty killer that filled up every facet of her bones.  It mellowed out the impulse to kill, and she wondered if she too one day would age, if she would pass one and be buried like this beings? It was a pondry that left her one night feeling her face, and looking at her hands. She was flawless, without a imperfection to call her own, she had never felt the bite of age, and somewhere deep inside her she knew it wouldn’t be age that most likely killed her--but rather it would be the work of someone else that would do so.

Settled into her life in scotland, she had built herself a small cottage in the depths of a glenn in a remote corner.  It was only after a group of shinigami came, hearing of a monster that devoured human souls that she would first meet the beings who upheld the order of the realm. They looked more like the short-lived beings she knew now were called humans.  As for the shinigami they had come forth, slowly creeping through the glenn in which her cottage was located in.  They didn’t know what kind of being was here, however they thought it might be an adjuchas of some sort, or possibly some other strange creature that had appeared from nowhere.

However, when they opened the cottage door, the sight of the snow-haired woman whose face was adorned with the bone mask of a stag was unexpected. They had heard of such monsters, beings that outclassed adjuchas so completely that they shouldn’t ever be considered in the same sentence.  A vasto lorde, that was what they had run into here, in the midst of a forest. A being that often could only be seen entrenched in the very deepest areas of hueco mundo.  There was such a feeling of fear, of opression as those silver eyes swept across the shinigami that had entered her abode.  Her voice came out with it’s own musical clarity as she asked in a moderately curious tone.

[b]”..Is there a reason that you have come here?”[/b]