Heatwave
Stepping through the Garganta, a young man stepped into the bustling streets of Shibuya. Lights and sound assaulted his senses immediately after, as he found himself standing amongst the innocent civilians.
So... so... so many targets.
All walking by him without a care in the world. The diminutive young man mostly blended in with those around him, only set apart by the eerie skull-like mask emerging from his hood, and the fact that he was stood in the middle of the road, and the light turned green.
It was a fact that didn't matter until a car came rushing towards him. But the car found itself split in half as the young man cut it apart with a sword much larger than he himself was. Each half of the car was sent screeching to either side of the road, and then the screaming began.
So... so... so many targets.
So... so... much prey.
He caught himself drooling and wiped it off his lip. Clearly he was overdue for a good hunt. Now, in the company of other arrancar, seemed like a good time to wreak chaos. "Time to feast." He grunted.
"Tear down the stars, Devorador del Sol."
Immediately his spiritual pressure shook the streets, cracks forming in the asphalt as the young man changed. His form became amorphous, growing... growing... growing! Soon he took shape once more as a gargantuan wolf, only distinguished from a larger version of the animal by the hollow mask covering its face.
This was Loki no more. This was Fenrir. A beast driven by only base instinct -- and it showed it, sitting on its haunches and howling, before moving in for the kill.
And so began the Wild Hunt.
So... so... so many targets.
All walking by him without a care in the world. The diminutive young man mostly blended in with those around him, only set apart by the eerie skull-like mask emerging from his hood, and the fact that he was stood in the middle of the road, and the light turned green.
It was a fact that didn't matter until a car came rushing towards him. But the car found itself split in half as the young man cut it apart with a sword much larger than he himself was. Each half of the car was sent screeching to either side of the road, and then the screaming began.
So... so... so many targets.
So... so... much prey.
He caught himself drooling and wiped it off his lip. Clearly he was overdue for a good hunt. Now, in the company of other arrancar, seemed like a good time to wreak chaos. "Time to feast." He grunted.
"Tear down the stars, Devorador del Sol."
Immediately his spiritual pressure shook the streets, cracks forming in the asphalt as the young man changed. His form became amorphous, growing... growing... growing! Soon he took shape once more as a gargantuan wolf, only distinguished from a larger version of the animal by the hollow mask covering its face.
This was Loki no more. This was Fenrir. A beast driven by only base instinct -- and it showed it, sitting on its haunches and howling, before moving in for the kill.
And so began the Wild Hunt.