From the Sky [Iko /Closed]

With a body that seemingly synced with the colors of the night sky that covered all of Hueco Mundo, the large flying creation of Anatoly's would make his way seeking out potential candidates for it's master. His large wings silently clapping as they carried it across the land while a large red orb scanned the area. As it did not have any ability to detect spiritual creatures, it's sight was the only thing it could rely on. It hoped to at least find one or two suitable candidates for what Anatoly had in mind. By doing so it would prove itself useful and that was what it wanted, to be useful to the one that created it. Despite it's apparent possession of intelligence from the souls that made it, it was still young and new to this world so serving it's master really seemed to be the only thing that mattered.

Luckily, today was the day when it would actually accomplish it's first task successfully. From high above it would finally spot a single individual Hollow that showed some promise. He was a large one, probably strong and dangerous. Even then the flying guardian was still much larger than the target so it found itself confident enough to try with this one. Without a second thought, the direction of it's flight would change and it would suddenly find itself soaring at a downward path, headed straight for the other creature. Those large wings would carry it at quite the speed and it would not take it that long to reach it's wanted target, stopping mere seconds before a clash and landing some ten to fifteen meters away, blowing up quite the dust cloud as it did.

Hello. Target. With the power it was gifted from the captured members of the Flock, the large winged guardian would transmit his thoughts to the Hollow. Simple thoughts. It was still learning.

Iko was bored. Sands was stuck between Iko’s toes, viscera now dry on it’s talons. Iko hadn’t been this bored in a long time. The Hollow raised it’s head to the sky and sniffed, there seemed to be something off about all of this? Why was it so quiet? Where was the prey? Where were the predators? To be a Hollow was to kill, to be a Hollow was to hunt. Without things to kill and hunt what was life? Boring.

And so it came, Iko smelled it before it came, it smelt wrong. It was Hollow and not. It was living and not. It did not have flesh or tendon, instead shell and bone. It smelled like blood and yet had no fleshy pulse. No slide of flesh or tensing of muscle. It had nothing. It was wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

It heard the words, they came in a pair, twisting into the chaos of Iko’s mind. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Target. Target. Target. Target.

Two girls lived in a house outside of a wood, they were very happy. Every day they would go to the edge of the woods and stare deep into the darkness. They wondered if they should enter. But every day their mother would come to get them and call them home, she’d say not to enter the woods, dark things lurked there, terrible things. So for ten long years the girls obeyed their mothers wishes.

Then one day they entered the woods.

             HELLO.

HELLO.

                       HELLO.

     HELLO.

                                     TARGET

                                                      TARGET

          TARGET

                                TARGET

WHOAREYOUWHATDOYOUWANTIKO?KILLTHEMALLMAIMTHEMALLBLOODVISCERAGORETOEATISTOBEHOLLOWTOHUNTISTOBEHOLLOWTOLIVEISTODIE
WHYWONTYOUDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEIDEIDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIDE
TWOGIRLSLIVEDINAHOUSEOUTSIDEOFAWOOD
THEYWEREVERYHAPPYEVERYDAYTHEYWOULDGOTOTHEEDGEOFTHEWOODSANDSTAREDEEPINTOIKOSMINDTHEYWONDEREDIFTHEYSHOULDENTERDONOTENTERDONOTENTERBUT
EVERYDAYTHEIRMOTHERISDEADSHEDIEDSHESBEENDEADFORYEARSANDTHEYKILLEDHER
BUTSHESAIDNOTTOENTERTHEWOODSDARKTHINGSLURKEDTHERETERRIBLETHINGS
IKOIKOIKOIKOIKOIKO

The thoughts would slam into the consciousness of whatever the thing was in front of Iko.