Not quite long there was, and probably still is, emergences of certain skeptical creatures. Skeptical enough to consume other creatures hoping to prove their doubtful insanity, their madness wrong. Of course, they were intelligent, smart enough to distinct the nature of their predators or preys from just a quick stare. What was more worrisome about these creatures? The rate at which they consumed, was. . . .Unordinary, simply too unrealistic to believe. The cases of death and their tolls blasted off the charts, nothing of such had been recorded ever before. There wasn't anything as awful as this, investigation has been required, no souls could trespass these places anymore, it has turned into a JUNGLE.
Ryuugi Akashi, a seated shinigami under the 8th division, had adorned himself with assassin's embroideries and attire. He slipped out of his abode, through the window, mounted on the east side in his room, he heaved aloud, seemingly appearing all stressed out from his daily, tasking activities.
HEAD OUT! Ryuugi, without much of an information, exited, found on the outskirt of seireitei, against the walls that separated these shinigami and wandering, lost souls. In truth, his captain had cunningly convinced and forced them off to their possible deaths, under the mask, the pretence of a measly training to hone their skills. Though Ryuugi saw this as something trifling, not necessarily demanding full preparation, Ryuugi brought all weapons he'd need with him, regardless.
Pfft! To shinigami sent afore him, they considered this training frivolous, and that happened to be some days back. No news about their return or if they were sighted at the outskirt of seireitei. Though bugged, he trusted his captain wouldn't make a food out of them for some gory, brutal monster.
ALAS! He commenced, exiting seireitei totally and strutting towards the forest, through the streets of abandoned building, slithering beasts and littering corpses. He couldn't really sniff in any foul, distinctive odour, the piece of clothing that tightly concealed his lower facial portion, fended off these stenches. Ryuugi was unfamiliar with this place, regardless. A wall beyond the expanse of seireitei that had no soul inhabitant?
From afar, the illuminance within the forest caught Akashi's stare. He gazed into the distance, spotting the brilliance of the jungle. For some reason, Akashi couldn't shake off this feeling, a feeling that instilled fear; it was danger. This time, he could sniff in the danger in the air, he was forced to snatch a dagger from his pocket and as usual, he held it in reverse. For him to feel the danger despite the distance, how far could their bloodlust stretch? 'What is this feeling? This uneasiness that I feel?' Akashi croaked. Cocking his head due right, he peered behind with the corners of his oculi and that came as a result of an eerie screech followed by a pulsation through the ground, he reacted naturally, scurrying onward, against the forest. Not that he got a detailed perception of what gave pursuit, a glimpse sufficed.
Within the boundaries of the forest, the beast returned, pacing out of vision and plunged into the dark distance. Having noticed its return despite being an inch or thereabout away from the forest, a thought was introduced into his mind, one, he couldn't fend off, seeking to know it's reason for it's return. Now, within the jungle, he came to face its beauty, for a brief moment, he sank, into the depths of amazement, almost forgetting about his environment. The snap of a tree branch slapped him back into reality, the stench of danger resumed, he was then forced to act cautiously, watching his footsteps inorder not to alert any slumbering beast, in order not to draw focus towards his position. He moved gently, silently behind a tree where he'd seek refuge, waiting for his comrades to arrive. However, he armed himself, incase of any predator should surface.
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