I'LL DEVOUR YOU ALIVE | {OPEN, POSSESSION}

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    ICHIGO KUROSAKI


    Former Hawkclan leader - over sized cougar - roleplayed by sorrel




    i don't fight because i want to win, i fight to win!



    (There is absolutely no need to match my muse! Any response is extremely appreciated. Keep in mind, that while Ichigo is possessed that there is a chance he may attack those that get too close to him thanks to the fact that he is unstable. There is a summary of the post at the bottom!)


    Ichigo knew that his time was ticking down each day that he was in Hawkclan. It had started ticking down as soon as he had entered the clans in the first place. He hadn't bee prepared to what had happened to him, and he didn't expect anything to really change from what he was dealing with. Sure it was difficult to deal with, not being able to eat in such a long time was certainly taking a toll on his body. But Ichigo had been through several different types of illnesses before and was able to overcome them. Determination. That's what it took for the cougar to get better and nothing else. Ichigo wasn't used to having regular illnesses that could actually be treated through the use of herbs. Those occurrences were fairly rare, but even he himself had an immune system that wouldn't work correctly all the time. He remembered being sick because of the changing weather, constantly throwing up and barely being able to swallow any types of food. It took him a while until he was actually able to start eating food that wasn't actually red meat. Ichigo usually tired his hardest to keep away from any sort of human food, as he always knew that it would probably mess with his stomach. Of course Ichigo had tried a couple of human foods here and there, and most of them weren't exactly all that interesting either. They just tasted bland to him, and there were ones that were just too sweet. He didn't have a huge sweet tooth, and if it was possible he would much prefer to have something spicy to eat instead of anything sweet. There had also been in the instances where he had committed so many crimes against the organization that they decided that temporarily taking away his powers would be the best option for them so that they would be able to clean up the messes that he had made. Although, morally all the decisions that he ended up making were completely sound, but in the eyes of the Organization they were against the laws and they were extremely traditional. Something that he could never really get behind. Sadly for him, his powers didn't go away completely at the same time, instead he had to deal as each of his powers were painfully ripped from his soul. His powers were connected to his soul, because he was a Shinigami after all and that's why he was as strong as he was right now. However, there were instances where he could be strong with just regular brute force instead of using his powers. Which was a lot more common back in the days when he first joined the clans, but now it was extremely rare to see creatures actually not use their powers against their opponents.


    Ichigo was already known to be able to live through such terrible injuries. His body itself pretty durable when it came to battle, hence why there were constantly scars over his body. He never feared going into battle, there was one thing that he did fear back in the day. And that was the thing that was living inside of him. Only a couple of creatures knew what was actually inside of him, those that weren't Death God's like he was of course. Fraiser, Shining, Cambrian, and Keylime. All but one of those friends were actually alive, all of them dead, which he of course blamed himself. But he knew that Hollows didn't end up getting them, there were other factors. But those factors were partly because he ended up dragging them into his situation. The thing that had attached itself to his own soul was the equivalent of a pretty powerful demon created in his own image. He didn't blame the creature that technically had created him in order to awaken his powers when he lived up in the mountains, but it would have made his life a whole lot easier. Ichigo didn't remember the times that he was fully possessed, simply because he had no control of the thing inside of him and Ichigo actually had no idea that the thing had been living inside of him before it was almost too late. He killed creatures that he would never remember. One of them being the deputy of Shadowclan a while back, and then he tore off the limb of someone that lived in the Exiles. All of which he never remembered doing. He didn't even really remember the times that he let himself get possessed right before his death as a possible chance that he could actually survive the exchange between the enemies. Letting himself get possessed meant that he got increasingly stronger, but it also meant that he would attack anything within sight. Whether they were friends or enemies it didn't matter as long as the thing was alive. It was as if someone would release a beast out of its cage that hadn't seen the likes of a sun since it was created. Nowadays, Ichigo knew that he had full control of the thing inside of him. He was never really sure what to address the thing, so he often just called it Hollow Ichigo, or Hichigo for short so he wouldn't have to say it entirely. The other looked exactly like him, but instead of the tawny fur the other usually came out looking completely white, an albino with strange colored eyes, the color scheme of what he looked like completely reversed. He didn't have any troubles with his Hollow after he got his powers back, but after getting infected with whatever it was and not managing to find it in time, Ichigo didn't have the means to keep it completely contained.


    The past few days, Ichigo had actually tried to do a good job at avoiding others. He knew that he hadn't managed to find a cure in time, and he doubted it would even be enough to stop what was about to happen to him. He couldn't afford to be near those that he cared about and potentially end up hurting them. He knew what it looked like to see his clanmates terrified of him. He never wanted to see something like that again. Especially his daughter, he had seen her afraid when she was a kitten, and he didn't want to repeat any events. But without any of those that were like him around, the hell could even possibly be done to stop what was about to happen? Ichigo had honestly debated on just giving him, as he had a gut feeling that he wasn't going to end up dying in the process. Most things that were infected like the way he was ended up dying once the beast took full control over the body. There had been instances where Ichigo was able to come back, albeit a huge struggle. The large male was near the border of the territory, and his walking speed was incredibly slow, almost reduced to a crawl. Each step he took felt like a huge effort for him and it spent so much energy just to lift one of his paws. It was incredibly easy to see his rib cage, and the white hues that had started to spread across his body was now underneath his armor, the white hues just started at his flank, so it was almost completely. Ichigo felt miserable. He wasn't sure if he had ever felt so miserable before in his life. His jaw was gaped, drool dripping down onto the forest floor before finally he couldn't walk anymore. The wildcat collapsed onto the ground, the sword that was usually on his back clattering onto the ground next to him. His front paw was extended, as if he was still going to attempt to move like he always did. He had to grit through the pain. For everyone. For their SAFETY. Of course, that was until a rippling pain ripped through his head. The sound of hysterical laughter filling his thoughts. That's when the screaming began. He almost forgot how painful this actually was. It hadn't been something that had happened in two years. Two years. That's how long it had been since he had problem with the thing that was inside of him. Ichigo's jaws parted far enough to make it look like he was about to break his jaw. His muscles would relax and contract at terrible rates, causing his heart rate to increase in order to pump enough blood to the muscles. It felt like everything about him was starting to burn. He raised his white paws to his chest and would have tried to claw at the area if it hadn't been for that his whole body was convulsing. There was nothing that he could do to stop it. He was far too weak. Mentally exhausted from not getting enough sleep. He couldn't use any of his powers, he was at the mercy of the thing that was in control of him now. As he he withered on the ground, the white hue spread across the to the rest of his body, coating his tawny tail till it looked like it had been bleached. All of the black markings were covered up, including the markings that were on the toes of his front paws. The last part of his body to be converted to the rare color was the left side of his face. The only hue that wasn't white, were the two red stripes that were now running down the front of his face.


    As soon as the white coloration reached the left side of his face, the whites of his eyes seemed to be changing color themselves. The white hue being changed to a inky black, and immediately after the brown iris being turned to a sickly yellow hue. Ichigo tried to move. He still needed to get away. Even if he couldn't really hear his own thoughts, the urge to protect those around him was still incredibly strong. The former leader was able to prop him up onto his front legs, while his back legs remained attacked onto the ground. And it was then that the screaming almost seemed to be stopped. Instead, the sound was muffled with the sound of something gurgling. The white liquid that he had been vomitting up the entire time exited his mouth and fell onto the ground. The liquid didn't have the consistency of vomit, but instead seemed to have the same consistency as plaster would. A couple seconds after the liquid started to pour from its mouth, it seemed like the substance started to gravitate toward his mouth. The liquid soon started to leak out from his left eye at the same time, and soon the left side of his face was soon covered in the white liquid. The substance soon hardened itself into what looked like the partial of a mask that was now attacked to his face, the area where his mouth would be, the mask had strange tear drop shaped teeth attached to it. The mask had the same red marking as the right side of his face did and it formed to the shape of his face. As soon as the strange mask was formed, all movements were ceased. The screaming stopped, but his head still remained tilted upward in a soundless wale. Ichigo looked nothing like he did, except for the black armor that was now on his body. The partial albino cougar stayed there for what seemed like hours, and now, it wasn't Ichigo that was in control. It was... that thing. The corner of his mouth moved from a frown, and curved upwards, the jaw of the wildcat slowly closing. His yellow eyes would finally be able to look down as he lowered his head to almost look at his body for the first time in his entire life. Then, like nothing had ever happened, the creature started to move himself up into a standing position, a giggle escaping his jaws at the same time. As soon as the sound escaped the albino cougar, it was obvious that it wasn't Ichigo that was speaking. The voice was distorted, slightly higher pitched, and it sounded similar to Ichigo's voice, except there was always a slight echo to the sounds that escaped it. The giggle soon turned into laughter as the being threw his head back, his voice echoing through the area of the forest, a sadistic expression spread across his facial features. This being was a lot more expressive than Ichigo could ever be considered to be. Hichigo turned his body to look down at the sword that was on the ground, before easily picking it up into his mouth like it weighed nothing. As soon as the cloth unwrapped from the blade, it was obvious that something had even happened to the sword. The color scheme was swapped yet again, the silver color on the top replacing the black hue of a regular sword that would ever exist. The grin remained on his facial features the entire time as he approached one of the redwood trees.


    As soon as he stopped in front of it, black flames sprouted around his white paws, and without a second hesitation, he swung his sword toward the tree. No projectile came from the sound, except a blast of air. That blast of air was condensed sharp enough that it cut cleanly through the tree, and the strange being watched as the massive tree toppled onto the ground. It was almost sad that it didn't end up crushing anyone. The earth beneath his flame covered paws began to burn, also spreading the scent as his tail waved excitedly behind him. Hichigo would stab the sword into the ground, and roll his shoulders experimentally. Once he was satisfied, a smile would spread on his face. "Damn its good to finally have a body!" The albino cougar would saw excitedly. He held all of Ichigo's memories of course, and he knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going to have some fun. Rearing his head backwards, the cougar would intake a lungful of breath, before letting out a roar that would send soundwaves through the territory with the sound of sound manipulation. But it didn't sound anything like a cougar would sound. Instead, it sounded like something other wordly. It was the roar of a Hollow.


    [So! This entire time Ichigo has been infected with something supernatural. Its been leeching his energy the entire time, making it prevent him from eating and having very little liquids. Ichigo still didn't know he was infected, but he was starting to get suspicious. Because it was something supernatural that effected him, it meant that his powers were immediately taken away from and he was left in a weakened state, causing the thing that he controlled with his powers deep inside of him to run rampant! Of course, there are more plot points to this but I'll get to those later! Anyway, in this thread, Ichigo is trying to get away from Hawkclan because he knows exactly what is about to happen to him, but he doesn't make it in time. Anyone in the clan could probably hear him screaming in agony when the rest of his body finally turns white, so he looks like an albino cougar. Others than follow the sound of his screams, but they'll be muffled by liquid that comes out of his mouth that has the consistency of plaster, that soon morphs to his face to form a mask on the left side of his face ONLY and almost looks like a skull. Once the transformation is done, it isn't Ichigo anymore, as he has been pushed back into the far reaches of his mind and has become possessed. The one that is possessing him is called Hichigo, and once he gains control, he grabs Ichigo's sword, and uses it to cut down a massive redwood tree in the territory with ease (it doesn't injure or kill anyone though). From there, he tests out his body a little bit more, before letting out an other wordly roar that can be heard throughout the territory and is slightly shaking the earth thanks to how much power it possesses. It doesn't sound like a cougar of course, as it sounds something more demented]





    There it was again.


    Aron sure as hell knew that was not the wind. The wind did not shake the ground like that. The wind did not produce screams that followed like that.


    He sat up slowly from where he had been resting, disturbing Bekkhildur from her nap nestled between his two front legs. With a nervous sigh, he though back to the incident a couple of days ago - where he had felt something unspeakable, just so crushingly awful, all because that stupid noise led him there. He didn't want to leave the camp at all. He couldn't be by himself for fear he would be all alone if - or when - it happened again, he couldn't handle something like that all on his own, even if no one else seemed to be able to help him.


    But this particular howl was... not as quiet as the others were. No, in fact, it sounded pretty fucking close to him, and the fur on his back stood on end hearing it. He took in a deep breath, forcing himself to be calm, but immediately he began to imagine that forceful pressure engulfing his body, and his heart leapt into his throat. He growled. He was fed up with this. He was going to get over it already, even if that meant investigating that stupid howl and probably going through that stupid... whatever he could even call it again. The leopard stood up, Bekkhildur following close behind as he padded towards the sound.


    His heart was beating stupid fast.


    Another loud blast made Aron jump, followed by the sound of a tree toppling over. Oh, that was definitely not something he wanted to deal with. The leopard whined, honest-to-god whimpered to himself, shifting his weight from paw to paw as he debated continuing forth. What if someone was being attacked? What if some asshole was destroying the territory? He couldn't just let that go on just because he was scared (terrified, shaking in his boots).


    With another deep breath, he kept going.


    The source was not what he expected. He paused several meters away, staring with wide amber eyes, trembling worse than the ground even was. What - what the hell was that? More importantly, who the hell was that? He didn't know any other cougars with swords like that, but Ichigo wasn't white like that, and he sure as hell didn't look like he could wield that thing without falling over. Dude was dying. So, who the fuck was this dude, burning up the ground? Had he been the source of the sound? "...Ichigo?" The leopard would question softly, inching forward. What the shit was he going on about, talking about having a body? Aron just didn't get it.


    He swallowed thickly, pushing down the lump in his throat as he took several strides closer. He still stopped what he thought a good distance away was, panic settling in the back of his mind. There was that pressure again. "J-Just what the shit do you think you're doing?" He asked, eyeing the fallen tree that was clearly the newly transformed Ichigo's doing. "Why the fuck do you look like that?" He really, really didn't get it.


    Aron wasn't even sure if he wanted to.


    [rip i could never match your muse sorrel lmao

    also ichigo my poor babey hasn't he suffered e nough]








    ICHIGO KUROSAKI


    Former Hawkclan leader - over sized cougar - roleplayed by sorrel




    i don't fight because i want to win, i fight to win!



    (HE MUST SUFFER ALL THE MORE. AND THERE WILL BE A SURPRISE STILL BUT HICHIGO IS GOING TO HAVE A BIT OF FUN)


    Whatever Ichigo was, was already quite powerful. He could take on other gods if he really wanted to, but that didn't mean that he was invincible. There were several instances where he had been attacked and there was nothing that he could do about it. He had his own weaknesses like everyone else, and it was almost because of the fact that he became somewhat reckless when he was fighting. Especially when his emotions got in the way, he would use everything in regard to his powers to take down his enemy so that he wouldn't have to worry about them anymore. There were things that Ichigo was capable of that no one would actually know, and he hadn't shown what he was capable of doing in a very long time. There were reasons why powerful creatures like him were given power limiters in the world of the living because they were able to destroy entire landscapes and clans if they weren't careful enough. The organization that he worked for didn't want to have to deal with that and so gave themselves a type of insurance that they couldn't use their full power while in the world of the living. Now if he were to go into the dimension where everything was created, he would most definitely be a lot more powerful here than he was here. He was considered to be one of the strongest of his kind, so he couldn't let his power leak out because that would attract his enemies to him because they would be able to track his power, something that he never wanted to happen but it did happen occasionally once they got traces of his energy here and there. Most of the things that tracked him were like bloodhounds, he could only hide away for so long before they eventually found him.


    Hichigo wasn't all that different when it came to Ichigo. Sure their morals and goals were entirely different, but the being was still a part of Ichigo. If he didn't have that part of him, he would just be a regular mortal and nothing else. Something that could be incredibly for him to deal with because he had been completely mortal once without any powers and it had been extremely difficult for him to manage since all of the clanners he knew were capable of having powers in the first place. Hichigo didn't hold back like Ichigo did though when it came to the fight. They were almost polar opposites on the way that they fought. Ichigo tried to plan his attacks, especially if he was fighting with his sword, while the other fought recklessly and quick enough that the attacks would ultimately overwhelm the attacker. It had been almost interesting to watch the other fight, if the other hadn't been trying to kill him at the time. Hichigo was also incredibly creative than Ichigo was when it came to his fighting style, which is why he used the mask he was able to do things that he wasn't normally able to do. He remembered the speech the other had given him when they met each other for the third time. How he was his instincts and allowed him to fight the way he did, but he still kept him under lock so that he wouldn't let himself go all out when attacking an enemy. There hadn't been any need for that when most creatures were already afraid of him considering his attire the way he also just looked in general. Hichigo had a goal that was the complete opposite of what Ichigo wanted. Since the other acted more like a parasite himself, it meant that he wanted nothing more than to take over Ichigo's body. He knew that if he gave him a little bit of a better of a doubt when it came to who was in control of each other it would mean that Hichigo would try to take over again whether he liked it or not. The other had warned him of course that if he showed weakness, he wouldn't think twice in trying to take his body away fro him. But this possession, felt a little bit more different than the previous one. He just couldn't figure it out because it never happened before.


    Having a body was definitely weird, which is what he figured out when he just took control over a second ago. He had imagined it would be something like this, but it was on an entirely different level than he could ever imagine. His senses practically made him want to go crazy. There were scents that he was able to identify thanks to the use of Ichigo's memory while he had been in the back of his mind, just bidding his time. He wasn't about to help his host after all, as it would mean that he would probably end up getting better before he could accomplish his goal in the end. It was an entirely new sensation as he felt the grass underneath his paws. He could hear the sound of the wind rustling between the leaves, many things that he had never experienced before he was now experiencing for the first time since he was created alongside Ichigo. His yellow eyes were taking in his surroundings, drinking everything in so he wouldn't forget this once it was all over. He knew it would eventually end, as Ichigo wouldn't like him being in control in the first place. If the other just let him do it more often it probably wouldn't have hurt as much as it did for the former Hawkclan leader. He wanted to know the full experience of having a body. What was it like to eat? What was it like to drink? Run? He wanted to experience it all, but he knew that the residence here would probably not be happy what he did to their precious friend. Hichigo was fine with that, as it would provide some entertainment. There was rarely anything going on inside Ichigo's mind anyway, so he was really prone to getting born easily if he wasn't making fun of Ichigo. But since the other's powers had been practically turned off since the infection, he was able to do whatever the hell he wanted. Hichigo could be seen with stretching his body, craning his neck till there was a popping sound. It almost looked like he was a domestic cat using the ground as a scratching post, enjoying the feeling of the grating feeling between his claws.


    The moment was interrupted when he could feel the presence of something moving toward him. It wasn't something that Ichigo himself had been able to feel thanks to that his senses had been dulled the entire time. It immediately peeked his interest, because it was albeit faint, but it was still there. The Hollow turned his head in the direction that he could feel the presence coming toward him. If Hichigo extended his senses far enough, he would be able to figure out where every creature in Hawkclan was at right now. Everyone had energy inside of them, that he referred to it being spiritual energy, as everything had a soul and if it did it meant that he would be able to sense that power, no matter how small. He was a Hollow after all, he fed on souls so he had to be good at tracking them. He was technically more than a soul but it was more than he would be willing to give away. His yellow eyes soon fell onto a familiar leopard. Of course, the creature wasn't familiar to him, but in Ichigo's memory he knew a little bit about the leopard at least. The sadistic grin spread across his facial features as he turned to face the leopard, causing the mouth portion of the mask on the left side of his face to open slightly, the teeth on the mask certainly looking like a skeleton at this point. The armored wildcat would shake his head at the mention of the name, and he almost seemed to be irritated to be considered Kurosaki. A his lip curled up in almost as a snarl as his tail lashed before him. The air around the surrounding area almost seeming to grow heavier with each passing second. "Wrong! And don't you ever fucking dare compare me to that dumbass." It seemed like this being was even more prone to cursing than Ichigo was, as the regular cougar would have swore at least in Japanese so others wouldn't know he was swearing. Hichigo practically spat the words as he looked at the other over and over again. His voice definitely didn't sound like Ichigo. A strange giggle would escape his jaws when the other continued to ask several questions. "You sure do ask a lot of questions. It's getting on my nerves." Hichigo would say, but his expression didn't change from the grin after he had snarled at the other. And it seemed with a flick of his tail, the Hollow was able to gain power over the gravity in the area. He wouldn't do it to the point that he would make the other sick but he wanted to have a little bit of fun right? Hichigo would aim to increase the feeling of the gravity in the area, increasing it to the other would slightly strain to keep himself standing where he was. It would feel like that there would be an increased weight of his body, and it wouldn't just happen to the leopard either. Leaves immediately began to fall from the trees around them, and the ground itself would even begin to slightly shake. This wasn't just down with the power to manipulate gravity, this was simply the influence that Hichigo releasing some of his energy was capable of doing. If that worked, the cougar would rush forward, obviously turning super speed on. Despite Ichigo not being able to control his powers before all of this, Hichigo had a distinct understanding on how to use all of them. Hichigo would speed toward Aron, and at the last minute he would aim to raise one of his white paws and aim to swipe it across the others shoulder aiming to use his super strength as well as he aimed to try and send the other across the area and even potentially colliding into a tree. No bones would be broken, but since his claws were unsheathed, he could deal some damage if he attacked correctly. While he was attacking using several of his powers at once, Hichigo would let out hysterical laughter that was obviously from a distorted voice.





    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Littlestar had heard many screams in her life. Screams of pain, of horror, of terror, of agony. This was an agonizing scream, she could hear it in the way it cracked and the way it sounded like Ichigo. The dark grey tabby couldn't move for a second. The screams were so in pain that it was almost hard to believe it was Ichigo's own screaming. He couldn't be in pain, not like that, he just couldn't. Mouth shutting into a grim line, the feline tries hard to supress the waves of panic that roll up her throat and make her want to vomit onto the ground. She breaks into a run, stub tail lashing wildly. The screams silenced, almost immediately. For some reason she found herself skidding to a stop, golden eyes wide and searching. Then she looked into the distance and saw a great redwood tree falling down. It smashed into the ground with a sound like thunder and she shuddered, the ground below her following suit. The roar that came after the tree glued her in place, ears pinned to the top of her head in fear. She doesn't know what's happened, she doesn't.


    Biting her lip, she finally takes a step forwards and continues until she comes to the scene. Aron is there already, standing a few meters opposite the cougar. She looks at him and realizes what's happened. She remembers what he said to her; albino, demented, different colored eyes. The Hollow has taken over, hasn't it? He told her to stay away, he told her to run if possible. And she wanted to because she was afraid of those insane eyes but then she remembered that her dad was underneath that, fighting to get out. This wasn't him, this was Hichigo. She looked towards Aron, opening her mouth to warn him. "GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Littlestar yelled agressively, fear turning into anger against the Hollow. Then suddenly a pressure is applied to her back and her entire body, the ground heaves a little and trees shake violently. She can feel it. Her three legs give way and the feline is shoved against the ground by an invisible hand. Her golden eyes arch wide but it's too late, the albino male is lunging towards Aron at a speed she doesn't even recognize. "NO!" She yelped, claws stretching out as if she might be able to do something. Littlestar grits her teeth and her legs shudder as she pushes herself to a standing position. The Monarch needs to get angry- she knows that it's risky because she could hurt Ichigo but she needed to knock him out and maybe she stood a better chance if she had fire on her side.


    "Hichigo, leave my dad alone." She wanted it out, she wanted him to be back to normal and healthy. Happy. But she couldn't get that for him if.. if this guy was possessing him. Her golden eyes raged as she stared into the black and yellow gaze he wore.

    "What the fuck do you mean, wrong?" So if that wasn't Ichigo, then who was it? Or was this creature a what? This wasn't like anything Aron had ever seen before. Maybe he'd heard about it in the stories he'd been told, innocent men turned into monsters far gone, but those were all tall tales. Hichigo's next remark had his lip curling, and the leopard growled, but he wasn't able to get a word out before he began feeling heavy.


    Doubled with that same, indescribable feeling, like he was being held down by some unseen force, Aron found it hard to stand. It didn't seem like it was just him, either - the leaves were coming down like rain. What was going on? "Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you--"


    It hit him before he could even register it.


    The leopard was sent tumbling backward, his words devolving into a yelp. It took him seconds to even realize he had been knocked back - or thrown, by the pure force of the hit. His body narrowly missed a nearby tree, but he could see the blood flying before him. Had this guy fucking attacked him? What kind of backwards bullshit was happening here?


    By sheer luck, Aron managed to land awkwardly on his feet. He straightened himself out to the best of his ability, craning his neck to stare wide-eyed at the fresh, bloody welt Hichigo had left on his shoulder. His gaze turned to the cougar, and then to Littlestar, Ichigo's newly adopted daughter.


    His breath caught in his throat.


    Oh, no. If he attacked him, then surely he would go after Lit. And that just made the vomit rise in his throat all over again. The leopard stumbled forward, confused and terrified out of his mind, but there was a fat chance he was gonna let the cougar go after anyone else. Especially not someone who was like, a fourth of his size. He approached the two of them, looking back and fourth between them frantically, ears pinned back as Lit spoke. Who the fuck was Hichigo? What did she mean, leave him alone? Was that not her dad that had just sent him flying?

    "I'm so fuckin' lost," he groaned, his face contorting into a scowl. He would hope someone at least vaguely explained all this later, but right now he was more or less concerned with this Hichigo guy not attacking everyone in sight.



    ICHIGO KUROSAKI


    Former Hawkclan leader - over sized cougar - roleplayed by sorrel




    i don't fight because i want to win, i fight to win!



    These beings weren't something that was easily destroyed in a matter of moments. Sure Hollows could just be injured but to actually be killed by someone that didn't have the right equipment? Well that was certainly something that no one had managed to do since practically the existence of time, since once the world was created then so was the afterlife that Ichigo had been in control of at the same time. Usually things like Hichigo weren't capable of having complex actions when it came to interacting with the world around them. The goal of these things were to get stronger by eating as much as possible in a short amount of time. They had to slightly be careful though because if they attracted too much attention to themselves, it would mean that someone would be called to get rid of them. Which most of them weren't all that careful because they weren't given enough time to evolve before everything actually happened. They just wanted to eat ghosts and souls that existed in the world, but if there were none of them around, they wouldn't think twice in killing a living being. Which was where the couple came into, because the stronger one of these things got, the more intelligent they were and the more likely that they would develop pretty strong powers in the process. They would evolve, and become stronger and some of these creatures had a taste for certain creatures and would only eat them, so they had to craft plans. Then there were those that were even stronger than they were. Capable of commanding those that were like themselves to do what they wanted and even summon minions to do their work for them. The world that they lived in was primarily about you are what you eat.


    Not everyone is safe though considering that even ghosts and souls were already in danger enough. The mortal world for a soul and spirit were extremely toxic for them, and they would slowly begin to deteriorate over time thanks to the way that the atmosphere was around them. Even as the soul left the body that they once existed in, there was another phase that could have them killed again. That being the Hollows that lived in the world, but very few were actually able to see any of them since they didn't have enough energy, this also didn't mean that they weren't prone to getting attacked if they weren't powerful enough. Some Hollows weren't picky with the food that they got, and just ate what they could really end up finding. Hichigo was different compared to a regular Hollow in the fact that he was smart. The smartest that a Hollow could actually get. Of course he could be arrogant with the powers that he had, thinking that once he took over there wasn't anything that was capable of getting rid of him quick enough. Now the form that he currently took wasn't the worst of it, he was barely able to possess the others body, so he could only form half of himself. If he had been fully possessed, Ichigo's body would look so much different than it was right now. Hichigo didn't have any interest in going out and hunting for souls. It had never been something he had tasted before, all Hichigo craved for though was the acts of violence and nothing else. He wanted to be able to feel of blood in between his claws, something that he hadn't felt in probably around two years since Ichigo never allowed him to have any sort of fun. He didn't even visit him inside of his mind anymore either, probably because it would just end up with them getting into a fight. He felt slightly abandoned in that regard, but he knew that Ichigo cared about him to a certain degree, and they were stuck with each other whether they liked it or not.


    Whether Hichigo would actually try to kill a Hawkclan was something that might happen, or something that would just be left alone. He wanted to get as much fun as he could out of everything that was happening right now, and he wanted the others to also see how strong Ichigo was. Even if the annoying bastard didn't need any of his help it was certainly fun. He could already start feeling a tug at the back of his mind, but Ichigo wasn't exactly awake just yet, which Hichigo was certainly lucky about. After his attack on Aron though, he watched as the other was practically sent flying. He was slightly disappointed that the other had managed to land on his paws, but he looked down at his white paw, the tips of his claws coated in a familiar red liquid. The same color that belonged the red stripes that was running down the right side of his face and the left side of his mask. His yellow eyes almost seemed to glint, and a couple seconds as he made the hit, the Hollow almost seemed to leap up with joy, hooting with excitement. "That's what I'm talkin' about! Man this is exciting!" A hysterical giggle would escape the albino cougars jaws. Oh, but he hadn't forgotten about the precious angel that was on the other side. The cougar turned his head to almost an awkward angle to look over his shoulder at the female that was practically collapsed on the ground. The control of gravity that he had didn't seem to disappear, and soon more black flames began to weave themselves up his front legs, burning the grass that was underneath him. The sadistic grin spread across his jaws as he started to slowly walk toward Littlestar. He of course had all of Ichigo's memories. The expression didn't seem to change at all when the Hawkclan leader actually addressed him by name. An oo sound escaped the albino cougars jaws. "Well look at that. Seems like you did pay attention to that asshole's history lesson." He almost seemed to hold his head with pride. It was a rare occurrence that others actually knew what he was. Although, once others came in contact with him, it was rare that they would ever forget him. He was certainly a twisted version of Ichigo, and he could get to become far more worse.


    Hichigo did laugh though when the female asked him to leave him alone. Who did she think that she was? She was nothing to Hichigo of course, but was incredibly important to Ichigo in general. His claws dug into the ground as his tail lashed behind him. "Now why would I leave your good ol' pops alone? It's only because of me that he's actually alive! If it wasn't far me he would have been a rotting corpse by now. It has been my powers that keep his infected ass from dying from the inside out!" Hichigo definitely seemed to speak a lot louder than Ichigo ever would. But there it had been, there was a reason why Ichigo had started to transform as soon as he had gotten infected by who knows what. His own version of his powers had been fighting off the infection that was in his body. His Hollow powers acting like a fever, to decrease the leech that was inside of him to have very little influence over his body. When Hichigo spoke though, he sounded proud. Sure he was helping Ichigo, but that didn't mean he had to help Hawkclan now did he? He was doing one right thing, but then completely turning a 180 because he wanted to have a little bit of fun before his time was up. His yellow eyes then watched as Aron moved in front of Littlestar as if to protect her. The sadistic expression that he once wore disappeared, and his brow furrowed as he growled. "You're becoming a pain in my ass." The Hollow would say as he took another step forward toward the two Hawkclanns. As soon as his next paw hit the ground, he would aim to make the weight of the air around them almost seemed to double. He knew that if he did too much, he would actually kill them, but it wouldn't get to that point. Hichigo then turned on his super speed and aimed to speed to the side of Aron, where he would aim to grab the other by the scruff. Using his super strength, Hichigo would aim to lift the other into the air, and slam him down as he rotated his head, aiming to slam the others back painfully on the ground. Sure, there wouldn't be any broken bones, but it would knock the air out of Aron if it did work. After that was done, he would be standing in front of little star, his lips curled up in an unnatural expression. Raising one of his white paws, he looked like he was about to strike, but hesitated for a split second, before a roar escaped his jaws as he aimed to slam his paw into the side of the domestic cat, his claws unsheathed as he aimed to send her flying, and maybe even potentially colliding into a tree. Compared to Aron though, he didn't use his super strength. The more that Hichigo seemed to be in control though, the more his fire elementals seemed to grow out of control, flames starting to flicker out from portions of his body.





    As much as Beck hated the cliché of having an edgy-ass dark side or something similar, he couldn't deny it. It wasn't perhaps a full-on possession yet, instead more a delusion. A second persona, for lack of a better description. A split in his mindscape that created an entirely separate being, spawned by Beck's own wrath and grudge against the world that murdered him. He didn't understand the psychology behind the occasional harassing insult or command rattling in his brain; in fact, he truly believed that the other Beck was a different force that wasn't his own. Rather silly, if he could fully comprehend his disassociated identity, but what else was to be expected from a tramuatized creature? His psyche had been beaten down and curbstomped by the town that hated him oh-so much in his short life, simply a child's mindset as he developed among scorn, death, and isolation. Not that the poltergeist directly realized his corruption of youth, and it was unlikely he ever would. Just another common tragedy that allowed a scared monster to lash out in justified revenge. Perhaps it was that which kept the dead boy tethered to the living realm - he was hopelessly oblivious to the demonic bargain trapping him in limbo, the real reason he was a restless soul. Five-hundred and thirty years of existence tended to cloud someone's morals, especially if that someone committed mass homicide from beyond the grave in a twisted form of revenge. At least, after a relapse into his dangerous behaviour that ended him demoted from the rank of BlizzardClan deputy, he had the voice's impulses under control. In fact, the other Beck had remained mute and repressed from his consciousness since he joined SunClan. Knock on wood, Becky.


    The boy wasn't entirely sure why he was doing as he limped along, sheltered beneath the redwood canopy, indifferent to the bitter cold settling over the earth. His twin sparrowhawks weren't with him, fortunately, simply because they were proving to be lazy fledglings that couldn't work up the motivation to hunt for themselves. With a labored grumble as he stretched his back in a stiff arch, splintered ribcage clicking as crushed bones were compressed, Beck nearly jumped out of his apparition when a heavy thud crushed most of the undergrowth. He remained paralyzed, lantern-like visage glaring in the direction of the distorted roaring as if to scold the culprit for having the audacity to interrupt his lonely stroll. Originally, the demonic entity was going to merely continue on, pretending he hadnt witnessed anything. It wasn't until upset voices hit his predicament ears that Beck snapped from his trance, frigid paws picking their way over broken branches, scattered leaves, and remnants of the once-mighty redwood. Scrabbling up the collapsed trunk, he found himself staring down at a worrisome scene: a pigmentless Ichigo tossing aside a bewildered Aron, with a screaming Littlestar commanding the shinigami to cease. Certainly was one of the better conflicts he had participated in, but not exactly the coolest. Oh well. He remained silent and unseen from the higher ground, watching with a keen eye for an opening, virtually unaffected by the shifts in gravity thanks to lacking a body, despite presenting a materialized form seemingly physical. His bloodless lips instinctively curled back into a snarl as the cougar swatted through the two like they were ragdolls. Despite the strength demonstrated, Beck could tell that Hichigo was restraining himself for now. Immediately after the blow connected with Littlestar - or not, he wasn't paying attention to that - Beck readied himself, pearly claws sinking into the flesh of the redwood as he locked up his illusion of muscles. Impulsive and reckless idiot as he always was, Beck didn't think twice in lunging off the fallen redwood's overturned roots, aiming to headbutt Hichigo square in the flank with hopefully enough force to cause the possessed cougar to stumble, if taken off-guard, before attempting to recover by immediately boucing back to what he calculated was a safe distance. No words were exchanged from the poltergeist, only a feral hiss baring his sharkish teeth in an attempt to distract from the mortals who could be terminally injured.

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    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — His voice was incredibly unlike Ichigo's, distorted and maddening. It helped though because she could keep the two seperate as possible. This memory would remain in her head forever and she didn't want to associate him with Ichigo, at all. There was a tiny chance of that happening but she could try and remind herself that this wasn't actually Ichigo. As Hichigo said that he was the reason Ichigo was alive, she gritted her teeth. Was he lying to catch her off guard? To ensure his own safety? "I- just leave him alone. Let him go back to normal." She didn't know what that meant, that was the part Ichigo hadn't really explained to her. She was probably making a mistake but it was too late to back out now. And she'd be damned if she didn't try and fight for her dad.


    "ARON!" Littlestar cried as he was flung to the ground by Hichigo, her golden eyes widening. Oh shit, thank god he was alright asides from the cut on his shoulder. The tabby took a step forwards, fighting against the gravity that only seemed to be getting stronger. Finally the two were closer and she was able to properly tell him. He said he was lost, he was confused. Hadn't it clued in by now? "Just- that isn't him. It's a way more violent and fucking batshit insane version of him, okay? We need to stay away at all costs." The tabby gritted her teeth but she saw the albino male approaching them both. She faced him, baring her teeth agressively, showing off her hostility as much as she could. That was until the pressure increased on her back, so much so that she collapsed again and didn't get back up. She wanted to scream because she felt to trapped and pinned to place, anything could happen. "LET ME GO YA SON OF A BITCH!" Littlestar swore, writhing against the increasing pressure, ears folding. She watched angrily as Aron was thrown to the side by Hichigo- oh, he was clearing way for her. She couldn't move, frozen in place by the increased gravity, as his giant white paw lifted into the air. She was thrown back to a time.


    A giant pink paw lifted in the air. She was little, smaller then the limb approaching her face. A devilish smirk was on his face as if he wasn't about to brutalize a little kids face but as if he was playing with someone. She didn't have time to react as the paw slammed into her face, the sound of a jaw snapping cracked out in the Exiles territory. She hit the ground and rolled, body floppy. She was still concious, somehow, but when she tried to speak her words were slurred and incoherent. Blood dribbled from the new scars on her mouth and she was wailing, mouth dangling to the left side, leaving a gaping hole on the right.


    Her eyes widened, panicking, right as the paw slammed into her side. She was thrown into the air, as if a rope was attatched around her mid waist and pulling her across the air and her flying was harshly abrupted by a redwood tree trunk. She 'oofed' as she hit the tree and slid down it, landing on the ground in a floppy pile of skin and bone. She was little, what did he expect? Had he aimed to end her life? She wasn't quite dead yet. Her mind was still partially active and she could feel her claws wriggling, trying to make some coherent movement to get back up on her feet. Littlestar gurgled, blood rose up her throat and streamed down either side of her crooked mouth. The blow and the smack into the two had broken ribs. She didn't move for a while, watching a blur of brown attack the white blur.


    It happened again.

    The child shouldn't have been anywhere near the area of what was happening, But she'd woken up there, nearby with the taste of blood in her muzzle and her body aching. Her eyes widened just a bit as she struggled to her paws, confused and alone for just a moment before the yelling had started. At first the child figured she'd stay away until she figured out what was going on, But as soon as she heard her mother's voice the catsune quickly made her way forward through the large trees that made up her home. Her breath stilled in her chest as she saw her mother and her body laying there against a tree. Blood drizzling from her muzzle and panic consumed her every thought. "Moma! MOMA!" Her voice screeched out as she made her way over as quickly as she could, tripping over herself and aiming to press her muzzle up against Littlestar's neck. She was breathing, right? Right! She had to be breathing. She couldn't leave her alone, not when she was so confused about what was happening. Her thoughts were selfish but she needed her mother and she tried to keep her awake, small paws trying to gently move her mother's head a little it. "Moma, please...please..." Her small voice was almost hushed, small body shaking as she lifted her bright blue eyes over to look at the cougar that had done it. Whoever this was had hurt her mother and she didn't like that, wouldn't ever forgive him for doing this.


    "You stupid monster!" She yelled hotly as smoke started to well up from her body as her claws of bright glowing blue dug into the ground. She felt sick but there was hardly anything that she could do against this thing. She was missing time and she didn't understand how long she had been gone for all of this to happen. Exhaustion weighed on her limbs but she hoped that someone would stop him. Save her moma from him. She moved to stand in front of Littlestar then and she steadied herself, She could protect moma if she had to. She could be a distraction and she felt a quiver of fear pull up through her spine. She could also die... Shaking her head a bit she focused on Hichigo hoping he wouldn't try to make a move to Littlestar again. Her gaze held fear but also determination as she looked back to Littlestar again.

    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Littlestar defenitely did hear her daughters panicked crying and she slowly turned her head around. It was weird because everything was kind of moving in slow motion, she could hardly keep up with it all. It was going to go away soon, the sluggish slow motion feeling but right now it felt very permanent. She felt Techno's muzzle against her neck and she gave a slurred little sound to make her know she was okay, just.. out of it. She was alive. "Is okay." The feline mumbled, spitting out the rest of the crimson onto the ground. She tried to straighten up and grimaced in pain, there was something wrong with her ribs. As Technokit yelled at Hichigo, she winced. No, no. "Don't." Littlestar warned, extending her arms and attempting to pull Technokit somewhat behind her, blood dripping from her clenched teeth. She directed her brightly glowing golden eyes at Hichigo and dug her raptor claws into the ground. He will not touch my kids, he will not touch them at all. If he does, I will get mad and I will burn him. She would have to if it came to it. She didn't really see another way of protecting them quicker.


    Someone needs to knock him out. She thought determinedly, ears pinned to the top of her head as she watched every movement of the male, well aware how fast he could move.

    Okay, Aron thought with a slight wheeze, that was definitely not Ichigo. They had already established that. So then who the fuck was this? Ichigo's dumbass alter-ego? The leopard would snarl hearing his words. This wasn't what he wanted to be hearing. He would honestly be a little less pissed if maybe, this turned out to be some stupid prank, maybe it was a joke that got lost in translation.


    When Hichigo lunged for him again, Aron was prepared. Although he couldn't quite get out of the way in time; he was too quick for that. He found himself being hoisted up by the cougar, and immediately thrown into the ground like some kind of ragdoll. All of a sudden, the air had left his lungs, and he wheezed, eyes blown wide again. By some saving grace, he didn't take as much time to recover, although his head had connected with the ground pretty hard when he'd been slammed into it and he could feel something wet trickling down between his shoulder blades.


    He rolled to his feet, gasping for air and staggering again as his vision split into two for just a moment. He blinked it away. There was a thud, one that didn't come from him, and the dazed leopard's eyes snapped to where Littlestar had collided with the tree. He knew it. His throat was closing up and his face felt hot, not to mention the tight pressure he felt in his nose. He knew that would happen. Why'd he let that happen?


    Although he was slightly disoriented now, and the world had begun to spin, not to mention it was getting increasingly harder to move, he vaguely registered what Lit had been saying before she'd been thrown into a tree. Fucking batshit insane version of Ichigo? So this was some alter ego. From what it seemed, however, not one he could control.


    "Fucking god, can't have one goddamn nice thing today," he muttered grumpily to himself as he headed closer to the cougar, as though that was what he was upset about - not the welt on his shoulder or the developing concussion he had. He found his bearings, however it wasn't enough to lunge at Hichigo, his mind wandered briefly to the knife strapped to his leg. He was in no condition to get anywhere near him without being battered back again, but he did have an idea. Whether or not it was a good one would be up to the others to judge, because Aron sure as hell couldn't.


    Ignoring the fact that his pounding headache got worse, the leopard would conjure several kitchen knives, rusty and not as sharp as he would have preferred, and with the help of telekinesis, would attempt to send them in the possessed male's direction, aiming for his hind legs. His nose began to bleed, and he couldn't really tell if they would even hit their mark - he hoped at the very least they could graze the cougar. If not, he'd probably only succeeded in angering him further.


    His attention wandered back to Littlestar for a split second - he couldn't take his eyes off him for long, in case he came after him again, but she needed to get out of there and get some help quick. He couldn't ask her daughter to do it, unless she had the strength to carry her mother back, and he didn't even know what the dude over there could do.




    ICHIGO KUROSAKI


    Former Hawkclan leader - over sized cougar - roleplayed by sorrel




    i don't fight because i want to win, i fight to win!



    Not everything that Hichigo did was really all that bad. Sure he had killed a couple creatures here and there that Ichigo would never remember, but that was because back then the other didn't have remotely any form of control over him. He could have done whatever he wanted after he merged with Zangetsu, which was something that he was pretty sure that Ichigo had no idea about. The other would find out sooner or later the next time that he actually tried to communicate with him. Which rarely ever happened because they always argued with each other. There had been plenty of instances where he had actually saved Ichigo's life in the past, even if it had been a little bit painful for him. If Ichigo died, it meant that he died, so there were points in battle where he was pretty sure that the cougar could potentially died. Whether the other liked it or not, he would usually end up stepping in, giving his host a little bit of a power boost so that they could get rid of the attacker so that he wouldn't die with the dumbass that kept him locked up most of the time. If Ichigo let him run around occasionally, he probably wouldn't feel the same about always being angry at the other. But that's where the Hollow part of Hichigo came into play. He didn't mind seeing Ichigo suffer, but there were times that he thought that the guy deserved a little bit of a break here and there. He was trying to save Ichigo right now as he was attacking those around him. His morals were skewed of course since Hichigo could have just sat himself down while he possessed the others and let his powers kill the thing that was inside of them, but he wanted to have a little bit of fun. Anyone would react the same way he did in being in the same area for over a year after Ichigo got his powers back. There was no need for him to call his powers forth when it came to the battles that he got into once he left the clan. Why should he? The other was more than easily able to go up against the enemies he came across without his help, which just showed how powerful the other finally was able to become.


    When it came to the spirit that lived inside of the sword, he was that spirit that lived inside of the Shinigami's blade. The being didn't have the same goals that Ichigo did when it came to protecting others. If Ichigo was thinking about going on a suicide mission, it was usually his powers that kept him from doing so, and if he thought that they could win, then he would lend his powers just so that they wouldn't end up dying. His priority was Ichigo, and only him. He didn't care about the clanners that had the potential to bring danger toward the over sized wildcat. They could easily become threats if the other got too attached to them. Their jobs weren't exactly easy but it was something that needed to be done despite everything. He wanted to protect Ichigo, because despite their differences, there was a small part of him that actually cared about him. Just like every Zanpakuto should up to a point, as there had been plenty of instances where Ichigo knew about other Zanpakuto that hated their users, but in a more love hate way. Hichigo wasn't afraid of killing his host in the battles that they had gone up against with each other. This was simply because he knew that the other was going to get stronger the harder that he fought against him. It was just the way the other seemed to grow stronger every single day, and it had been the way that he had trained from the very beginning. With his life on the line. Ichigo didn't know the word when it came to relaxing or simple sparring. He hated going up against those that didn't fight him with his full strength and treated him like a weakling. He wasn't weak, and that was one of the reasons why he always tried to act like everything was okay. Whether he was injured or if there was something that was mentally bugging him, he would keep it to himself because he never wanted others to think he was. His clanmates probably wouldn't ever consider him to be all that weak, but he didn't want to show any weaknesses to the thing that existed inside of him either. That would certainly ruin anything that he had worked himself up for.


    Littlestars words were starting to irritate him. Did she not just hear what he said? He was saving his host. Of course this meant that he didn't have to save any of the Hawkclanners from himself. He was already running out of time, and he knew that there would be potentially powerful creatures that would come toward him since he made his presence known. Hichigo was all for having a nice challenge when it came to going up against fights, as they were quite entertaining. But he also did enjoy throwing his weight around. Of course sooner or later he would actually grow bored, whether or not he would finally decide to kill everyone or not by the time that happened he wasn't exactly sure yet. Hichigo didn't really think that far ahead sometimes, but he wasn't exactly stupid either. "Weren't you listenin' runt? If I give the asshole the reigns now, he won't get any better." Hichigo would finally let out a low growl, the sadistic smirk from his face gone. Damn did he really hate repeating himself. Now initially, he hadn't thought if he was going to hurt Ichigo's daughter or not. The albino cougar had even hesitated before striking the female. The Hollow spoke the words right before he ended up striking down the little leader. That was until he heard a familiar crack as she collided with the tree. His jaw clenched at that one as he noticed the blood that was starting to leak from her crooked jaw. Oh great, Ichigo was going to give him hell for that one. No regret was painted on his face though. Instead, the smirk returned on his face as he seemed to start making his way toward the tabby cat. His yellow eyes immediately flickering over toward the hybrid that came racing toward the leader. Technokit. He was pretty sure that was the scarred female's name. A chuckle emitted from the deep parts of his throat as he flexed is claws in the ground. It almost seemed like he was even debating on attacking a child, but he was still several feet away from where he had knocked Littlestar into the tree. Her words were interesting, hence the reason why he chuckled. "Monster huh? Oh I'm far worse than that." The albino cougar would state, the muscles around his shoulders tensing up at being about to spring toward the small family. That was until he felt something slam into the lower part of his flank. Causing his legs to lower themselves a low hiss escaped his jaws as he rounded around to see a familiar face. At least to Ichigo in that regard.


    Oh. This seemed to be a spirit from the looks of it. He raised a nonexistent eyebrow at the domestic cat. What did the other possibly think he could do against a Shinigami? Maybe scratch him, but that was about it. But how could one actually hit a ghost? Shinigami had plenty of different ways since that was practically their job. The distraction certainly had worked as he turned his body around. "Well look at you. Came to tussle with big boys? You've made a mistake coming here soul." Hichigo could technically devour the spirit if he really wanted to. But he never really had an appetite for those compared to other Hollows that existed in the world. His yellow optics started to look around for the sword that he had stabbed into the ground not too long ago, finally spotting the silver blade just a couple of feet away from him. Hichigo was about to start moving toward the weapon, when he heard something coming through the air toward him. The Hollow wasn't able to exactly move quick enough, and the knives were thrown with enough force that they could easily sink through his unarmored flesh. Three knives sunk into his left back leg, a snarl ripping through his jaws as he spun around to see the one that had attacked him. Wait. Aron? How had the other done that? Hichigo didn't have any memories of the others powers. The albino cougar would feel blood dripping down his leg, and he pulled them out with his teeth. The wounds almost seemed to have steam coming out of them, but the blood was still a red hue. He was going to kill the leopard now. He didn't think that the mortals would injure him so easily, but there were so many of them he should have anticipated. "I'm going to kill you." Hichigo would practically spit the words out of his jaws as a second later, the black flames that had been around his paws suddenly made a large circle around all the clanners that were in the area. It almost made it seem like it was an arena. The flames would reach twelve feet into the air, practically impossible for anyone to jump over them, but the black flames didn't seem to spread like fire usually was, instead remaining in mostly the circle that he had created. There. now they wouldn't really be able to escape him. Turning himself around, Hichigo would move toward the massive blade that was impaled on the ground, craning his head sideways so that he could grab the hilt of the blade in his mouth. The white fur on his left back leg now was stained red, but it wasn't something that was incredibly serious to worry about. His attention turned toward Beck. With the sword in his mouth, Hichigo would aim to teleport next to the spirit, and aim to slash downward. He was aiming to slice off one of the ghost's limb, and if it worked, it would mean that portion of the others body would ultimately be absorbed into the ground. If he could 'kill' Beck with the blade in his possession, it would mean that he would send the other to afterlife. If he could get to that point. He hadn't fought a soul before, and of course no Shinigami has either. From there, his attempt turned back toward Aron, his white tail lashing behind him. Even while he was bleeding, Ichigo would aim to teleport next to the leopard, aiming to slam his body into the other as soon as he appeared. He didn't slash at the other with the blade that he had in his mouth, instead he made sure he didn't the other. Instead, if he was able to knock the other onto the ground, he would aim to pin the other onto his back, and aim to cover the paw he used to pin him down with flames. He would simply stand there as Aron would probably wither in pain as the flames would begin to burn and eat away at his flesh. Of course, he would only be burning one area, so it wouldn't kill the other, but it would deal a good amount of pain.





    Val was just entering the territory, ready for another few days spent in HawkClan. Though, it seemed he wasn't going to get very far. It took him a few moments to process the scene he'd absentmindedly stumbled upon. There was some guy he didn't recognize, but that was hardly necessary. One look at him and Valemon could tell he wasn't nice. The cub was seconds away from turning and running back the way he'd come - both because he was scared out of his mind and because River was screeching at him, probably a sign he should get out of there - before he noticed Techno and Littlestar, who looked hurt. While he didn't know what he could possibly do and despite all of his instincts steaming at him to run, his concern was enough to keep him there for a few heartbeats. So, by the time he did listen to his body and the hawk perched on his shoulders, he had turned to face a huge black flame. He squeaked in surprise, backing further into the area where he was now trapped. Now the only logical thing - to the lion, at least - was to run for Tech and Littlestar. Because, although Tech was only a kit, Littlestar was injured, and he was so scared his head and chest hurt, he felt safest with them. When he had reached his friends and saw the way Littlestar was willing to protect Techno, he thought of his own daddy and wished Anakin was here. He wasn't, though, but maybe he could pretend Littlestar was his daddy... er, mommy. Valemon could already feel his breathing slow bit by bit as he attempted to also take cover behind Littlestar, though trying to hide a growing lion cub behind a small statured feline wasn't very successful. Either way, Val refused to look the creature attacking the other HawkClanners in the eye, thinking that maybe then the monster might not see him.


    ･ﾟ✦ —— Just like a wind that blow straight through the air and throwing up dust there it past by come the force straight up towards Hichigo and with this ultimate speed would attempt to ram itself straight into the white cougar in hope to send him flying of from Aron as well from the rest of the Hawkclanners. It happend fast and unexpected, a move that might not had been seen coming. If possible it had been succeedful the being that would be replaced to what the hollow version of Ichigo previously had stood would a black kistune now stand with blackish fur, white and red colored paws, three tails how's top was colored in red same coloring painted under the eyes in stripes and then of course the mismatched orbs of crimson red and royal blue to look straight ahead with at the target this being just had attacked. " Sorry for intruding i just happend to pass by and couldn't resist this hell of a party ya all have here. " With a smirk covering the lips to light up the features with a smug look came this carefree words of someone how look to take this more like a joke then anything else.


    But oh so wrong they had.


    The smell of blood that reached into the vampire nose would turn the orbs to side glancing over to where it come from, Littlestar laying there looking all beaten up like a pulp of unecessery beating. Abusing a child, oh how distasteful that was even coming from a hollow. Not like he was suprised if at all knowing how easily that hollow had literally murdered this akita pups along with thier mother back then he had been lost without any memories of even knowing who it was. She had taken him in and in return for her kindness had returned it by letting her get slaughtered by that hollow along with her own pups. Of course he had not know it would happend since all memories had been wiped of from his head didn't know his high spirit presence had lurked the hollow in like a free invitation and unfortunate it was the mother and her little family how had to pay the price for it. Hollow were souless lacking a heart or empathy. They only cared to kill and evolve themself to something stronger one day. Even today he had not found that hollow how had killed that family not like he would have taken the time for it since why would he?. Thier fate were already settled, having sworn to himself to not care.


    Just like now this was not really his business to come and interfere having on purpose avoided this place ever since killing Inu of. Hawkclan was not his place to be it never would be and neither should he care what happend to it or those creatures how lived here. Everyone died, everyone lost, someone always crying for help for a hero to come and save thier day but nobody ever come. Heroes did not exist in this world or anywhere else. At the time when he had been the captain in the shinigami organization remember how Ichigo had tried to convince them otherwise, not intentionaly because thier commander had never thought of himself to be anyone's saint or hero, just a man how was going to protect those he cared for whatever it took without breaking the morals - the same morals Dimitri had a long ago lost and forgotten all about. People had followed and died for Ichigo because of his belifs. His time in the organization though had been nothing but a joke not taking any of it seriously. All of them had been fools to think what they did would change anything it never did but more then anything there was something Dimitri Hellfire had learned while being the captain there,


    He was not a hero.


    Mismatched orbs would leave Littlestar to focus it back on his former commander that smirk not dying of or his humours mask to cover whatever went down below the surface right now. Why he had decided to come here he honestly could not figure out either. The whole way over in the Blackheart rouges territory had sensed the spirit energi changing inside of the shinigami after all had faced and fought Ichigo hollow just in that time in his full transformation not at all like now, back then in a battle to life and death and with his shinigami colleage had tried to get Ichigo back and succeedfully doing so. There was no way he could ever forget how that present felt like but had still refused to do anything about it not lacking the interest or to have seen what his business lay in it. If Ichigo wanted to kill everyone then let him. But something had then changed, a sudden feeling inside of the guts to unbearable and although he had tried still, before knowing it, had appeared back here to stare straight at his former commander how had been forever ago since last seeing.


    There could have been a reuinion with a more emotional touch if it not happend to be so that Dimitri broke out into a giggle, a act to deal with all the conflicting emotions inside, Dimitri's own stability on the sake here. " Nice to see ya again Hollow-chan long time no seen. I see ya have given ya'self a new appearance. Ya look great by the way maybe a little bit pale though and less skull looking like. " He would say with ease dealing with this like meeting a old friend and not a old friend how was corrupted or in this case possessed i mean he did was friend with Argus how pretty much were in a hollow phase right now.


    " Please do forgive me for what i'm about to do. "A sigh would then leave the former shinigami throat and with his tails signaled for the others to stay back or well out of his way because honestly he didn't cared much if he would accidently kill some of them if they interfered not here for their sake but... well one indvindual he supposed?. Dimitri just didn't liked to lose his toys how amused him, yes that was how it was nothing more and nothing less. The next second he would then be gone again, using teleportation to come straight up behind Hichigo and then he did conjured up his katana inside his mouth and attempted to slash it over the others back.


    // and here comes Dimitri xP


    ICHIGO KUROSAKI


    Former Hawkclan leader - over sized cougar - roleplayed by sorrel




    i don't fight because i want to win, i fight to win!



    Shinigami had always been around in the mortal world. Ichigo just learned about it a year after he was born and brought into their strange world. He didn't really find anything wrong with being a Shinigami at first. Sure their traditions were kept all the time, and it seemed like anyone that didn't want to have to deal with the traditions were immediately kicked out. They were adamant of keeping them, and when Ichigo arrived he kind of put their traditions upside down because he didn't really follow them all that much. He wasn't going to become a murderer of a Shinigami just because they didn't follow his orders. He wasn't going to make someone deal with the death penalty just because they had transferred their power to someone else. That wasn't who Ichigo was, and probably would never be. He wanted to limit the amount of the death that was in the world that wasn't from natural causes. Ichigo knew of course that all of them were going to ultimately die, and he knew some had the same idea that if they were just going to die why did they even try to live for that matter? Because they wanted to at least get some form of happiness from their life despite all the terrible things in the world. They wanted to make something of themselves instead of being considered to be insignificant. Ichigo remembered when he first took command over the organization, and realized how much power was actually used for intimidation. Ichigo did sometimes use his powers at intimidation, but he usually did that against those that he were fighting. Not his coworkers. He didn't want others to be afraid of him, because it just made him feel like more of a monster when it came to interacting with others. He wanted to be someone that they would come to when they needed some type of assistance, and he wanted them to be able to rely on his power. At one point during his reign, someone had made a mistake in the paperwork, and Ichigo had been in a bad mood that day. He had raised his voice against someone, and the Shinigami immediately began to cower away from him in fear, causing Ichigo to immediately stop himself and think about what he was doing by raising his voice.


    There were many ways to take out of the like of Hollows that existed in the world. At least one had to be capable at looking at them. Despite everything, Ichigo had considered Dimitri to be his friend and someone that he could rely on. He remembered when the other had just been a german shepherd before turning into a kitsune a while back. The other was certainly entertaining to be around, but what Ichigo didn't know what was actually happening inside of the others mind the entire time that he had been away from him. It had been years since the two had seen each other, and much longer since the two had actually fought with one another by each other's side. He came to rely on Dimitri to deal with difficult tasks, and he had no idea that the other was going to end up leaving the organization. There was one drawback to recruiting those that existed in the living world to a certain degree, that being that they may just want to have power instead of actually wanting to help for the cause. It had been something that happened a year ago when he was trying to get his powers back. The Thunderclanner at the time seemed obvious that she wanted to help him, and Ichigo had no idea why the female would want to do something like that. The creature didn't have much of a choice but to listen to her though, and stuck with the training that she had been giving him. Which he was fine with, because he was actually able to see progress despite all of it. His lineage coming into play on how he was able to get his powers back, but ultimately he was stabbed in the back because the female that was training him wanted his god powers. Which he didn't think was honestly going to happen, he had his doubts here and there, but she had helped him even while he was in Hawkclan. She made sure that she played her cards right so that he wouldn't get suspicious enough to no longer seek her help. Besides, Ichigo was at a dead end at the time and had nowhere else to turn. He kept the training completely secret from everywhere else. Ichigo didn't have a habit of tracking those that used to be in the organization to figure out what they were doing to this day. Unless they would become a problem then he would most likely deal with them. Like even now, he knew that Obscuro had let her Hollow self take over, and he knew with that discovering other Shinigami knew about it as well, he just wasn't able to communicate with them.


    Ichigo had no idea that Inu had actually been Dimitri. He deeply cared about the other, and didn't sense any sort of familiarity toward Inu when they first met. Ichigo had given the canine the name as a placeholder till he could think for something better, but the name seemed to stick with everyone else. The male was a protector of those that he came across. Sure he was deeply flawed in certain areas, but he damned near tried his best when it came to getting a job done, putting all of his effort into everything. Hichigo on the other hand didn't really care about Dimitri. He had never found the other to be that interesting, but there were times he still found the other Shinigami to be entertaining. The Hollow hadn't been expect to really have an energy source move toward him as fast that it did. The cougar's head was able to look up just in time to see something black slam into him while he was on top of Aron. The force had definitely been enough to toss the small frame a good distance away from everyone, causing the albino cougar to roll across on the ground. Hichigo of course knew that familiar feeling, and the grip of the sword in his mouth seemed to tighten. Damn. What was another Shinigami even doing here?! He lashed his tail behind him as he used the momentum to get back up onto his paws again. His yellow eyes would narrow at the creature that had knocked him off those that he was attacking. The cougar would sink the sword into the ground so that he could talk. The form was familiar, and the voice more so. Hichigo certainly wasn't exactly sure how to react the other. He didn't know Dimitri's abilities, but considering that Ichigo was one of the strongest despite his physical body needing some work from the illness, Hichigo had confidence that he would be able to take the other on. But he was inexperienced when it came to fighting other Shinigami, as he as never let out of the other's mind after all. So, a cocky smirk was spread across his facial features as black flames licked at his white paws and blood dripped from his unsheathed claws. "Glad you could make it Dimitri. I was beginning to think you would have dropped dead by now." Hichigo's voice definitely didn't sound anything like Ichigo's while he spoke. He had his head raised up, as if to make it seem that he was better than the Shinigami. Nothing was more quick to get on a Hollows nerve than the presence of a Shinigami. He was able to know the others name by simply flipping through Ichigo's memory.


    He remembered that this guy liked to talk, but it wasn't really changing the expression on the Hollow's face. The mask still in tact on the left side of his face, the teeth parted each time his own jaw moved as he talked as well. "The name's Zangetsu you idiot. But thanks, I'm trying something new, but lucky for you I'm in this form and not the other one." Hichigo's tone was certainly passive aggressive as soon as he talked to Dimitri, obviously not caring what the other really thought of him. He was doing this to help Ichigo, and everyone was just ruining his fun while the process was going underway. Ichigo himself in the depths of his mind actually had no idea that what his Hollow was doing was actually helping him. The cougar would raise a nonexistent eyebrow at the Shinigami's next words. Sorry? Hichigo didn't seem to really try and waste any time as he reached for the sword that he let sink into the soil. Wrapping his jaws around the massive blade as his yellow eyes watched as the kitsune seemed to immediately disappear. He would hear something land behind him, and was able to sense the Shinigami's spiritual energy at the same time, making the spin around, raising his own silver hued blade to block the katana's blade. Sparks flew as the blades came into contact with each other. Even if the other had aimed for his back, the katana wouldn't have been able to do much since that was where his armor was in the first place. "Tough luck. I'm going to have fun slicing you up!" Hichigo would say through the hilt of his blade almost maniacally. From there, he would turn his head and aim to slam it powerfully against Dimitri's sword using his super strength, aiming to drive the Shinigami backwards. From there, the Hollow would move his sword away and aim to swing his sword horizontally, targetting the others feet. The fighting style between Ichigo and his Hollow would soon become obvious, as he would make an array of attacks in a second. Hichigo anticipated that Dimitri would most likely jump into the air to avoid the sword at his feet, and so Hichigo would aim to teleport behind the Shinigami, he would aim to slash the sword across the other's body while he was up in the air. Of course if the other didn't jump into the air to avoid the previous attack, Hichigo would most likely just hit nothing but air.





    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — It really.. really sucked because there was almost nothing she could do, just watch and occasionally snarl when he got to close to her and her daughter. Aron and Beck were giving it their all to subdue the wild cougar but it seemed he was.. almost invincible, batting off every move with a shrug of his shoulders, casting powers and using that damned sword of his. Get angry. She thought, biting her lip so hard that blood popped from the old scab wounds (of, coincedentally, biting her lip too hard). She had to get mad so she could just fucking help Aron and Beck without just lying here like a piece of shit. Because, yeah, that was what she felt like currently. A useless piece of shit just sitting there doing nothing whilst her friends were damn near getting slaughtered. "Monster huh? Oh I'm far worse than that." He began to step towards them both and Littlestar gave a warning growl despite knowing she could do nothing, claws out, back arched slightly, fur standing on end. "S.. stay away from my daughter." The Monarch hissed lowly, golden eyes getting brighter, blood bubbling a bright red inbetween the cracks of her clenched teeth. But just as he came too close for comfort, Beck intervened. Her golden eyes widened as she watched the ghost bravely step forwards. Icig- Hichigo was going for it. No words would stop him, nothing would.


    Black fire rose, assumedly by his own control. The smell of fire and the sight of it, even if it was a different color, properly awoke the one inside herself. Littlestar heard sounds behind and turned to see Valemon crouching behind her alongsides her daughter. "It's okay, you're gonna be fine. Stay away from him, both of you, kay? I've got it." The slurring had stopped, thankfully, but her head and her sides stil hurt as she straightened up, wincing. She had to do this, she couldn't just do nothing anymore. It was scary, she had kids behind her and her possessed dad in front of her and she knew what would happen if she went into fire state but she had to, she just fucking had to. The feline closed her eyes and began to think of all the bad shi- " Sorry for intruding i just happend to pass by and couldn't resist this hell of a party ya all have here. "A familiar voice had her eyes snapping back open, only to see Dimitri attacking Hichigo. The very one that had rescued her from the BloodClan cell. She didn't know quite yet the extent of who he really was to her but right now, she wasn't arguing with his presence. He was helping them, he was attacking Hichigo. She could see his eyes on her and she stared back as blood oozed from her mouth. Then he went back to fighting Hichigo, teleporting and reappearing at the cougars side with his katana weilded high into the sky. Unfortunately, Hichigo blocked it with his own sword, leaving Littlestar cursing under her breath.


    Just don't kill him. Just knock him out. Does he know that? "Dimitri, knock him OUT!"

    She was scared, she was so scared and that fear was morphing into something else. She was burning up and she didn't even realize it her heart racing in her chest as her mother pulled her back behind her injured form. No, she had to help her mother and just standing there doing nothing was going to help. When the white cougar looked at her she stiffened, her tails tucking against her and she just felt frozen until his attention was taken by Aron and then another male came forward. Careening into their attacker. Her eyes found Valema as he came sprinting over and she felt like everything was moving in slow motion for her. What did she do? What was she supposed to do? She was powerless in this situation and she swallowed thickly before closing her eyes and wishing, hoping that something would make this guy stop. Her mom shouted to knock him out and could the new guy really do that? "Moma, w-we have to get you away." She attempted to nip her mother's paw to grab her attention from what was going on, eyes looking back up to what was happening before she then tried to move Littlestar just a bit. Could Valema help her? She didn't know and she was too scared to ask her body smoking now.

    Aron panted, watching with a pained look as Hichigo went after Beck - and then, as the knives made impact with his legs, turned his attention to him. He huffed when a wall of black fire encircled them, and he wanted to just throw his head back and pause for a moment. His head was pounding, and the use of his powers, ones he rarely used, had only made it worse. He licked away the blood dripping down his chin, and found himself staring at the blade in his jaws.


    How had that changed?

    "Fuck you," he spat at the cougar, but he was gone from his spot all of a sudden, and Aron was down in a split second. His head spun and he struggled to focus on the cougar, but his attention quickly moved from that to --


    "Shit!" He screamed, eyes wide and drawn to the flaming paw pushing him down. He writhed, thrashing his legs in an attempt to kick Ichigo off of him, and felt his eyes roll back just as another rusty kitchen knife materialized above the two of them. With another hoarse yell, he blacked out, only for a second - and when his eyes reopened, there was a massive, burning wound in the center of his chest. The rusty knife had clattered to the ground beside him, and Ichigo was nowhere near him. He took this as an opportunity to scramble to his feet, towards Littlestar and her kids.


    "Okay, okay, fuck, lord, Lit, how much can you move?" He could definitely pick her up, no problem, but he didn't know how to do that without causing her great pain. God forbid he grab her the wrong way and worsen her injuries. "I have no clue how we're gonna out of here..." He really didn't want to stay and watch. Just looking at Ichigo, white and gross and bloodthirsty, made his throat close up. He was so fucking pissed.


    When this was all over, if this Dmitri guy hadn't done it already, and if Hichigo didn't end up slaughtering them, he was going to commit straight-up murder. There was just no redeeming this - not even if it was some stupid alter ego. Aron was going to beat him into a bloody pulp and kill him. He wiped the blood from his nose with his paw, eyeing the others around them. "Shit."