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đđđđđ đđđđ. Â cursed to walk this wretched earth over and over, a never ending nightmare, forced to interact with humans as if they werenât some of the most vile of the divine creations. recently awakened into his role as the cursed god - killer, the memories uncovered day by day only fueled zhenâs wrath, his absolute fury upon the gods for placing this punishment on him. unruly and awakened to thousands of years of torment, heâd focused on the first gateway into the afterlife he could without murdering this vessel. a shinigami. the closest one posing as a high school student no less.
glamoured and hidden to the sight of human eyes, as zhen followed after the student his draconic features started shifting upon human visage, eyes now red slits, fingers curling into claws, scatter of crimson crystal scales upon eyes and forearms, and then the twist of ivory horns from shocks of ebon hair. there was no use in hiding his true form now that heâd shown his, was there ? draconicâs own flaming blade unsheathed, placed in a defensive position to mirror the otherâs, blood red eyes narrowing as he spoke, low with a barely restrained growl amidst the cadence of his voice.
â   i need to go to the soul society.   â
   ah  ,  another one of these types. suspicion twinkles within amber eyes  &.  as such  ,  ichigoâs gaze narrows something akin to a knife being pointed at oneâs throat. how does that saying go again  ?  â  if looks could kill  â  ?  yeah  ,  thatâs the one. although heâs certain his foe before him would say the same if bestial features werenât doing it for him instead. warrior boy scoffs  ,  glances oâer curvature of horns  ,  a blade that flickers more intense than any inferno ichigoâs ever seen  ,  then back straight before him. is he  . . . supposed to be some sort of an arrancar  ?  no  ,  thatâs not it  ;  the spirit energy vibes donât match. something different  ,  something that sends jolts of uncertainty crawling along ichigoâs spine until it threatens to rip him open if he doesnât move his blade.  â like hell you do. â  he finally says  ,  blunt  ,  a tinge of venom  âpon tip of tongue as he slings sword off shoulders  &.  into a battle ready hold adorned with a flare of blinding blue surrounding his person.  â i donât care what you need to go there for  ,  i wonât let you. â
   substitute could  . . . be biting off more than he could chew  ,  yes  ,  but that doesnât matter in this moment.  he defends  ,  thatâs who he is. whether this . . . thing is in serious need  ,  or is just another blood thirsty monster on a tirade for power  ,  it doesnât matter in the end. not with how they talk akin to a drooling beast aching to rend the life from ichigoâs eyes without so much as a second thought. he has to get them away from karakura first. without so much as missing a beat  ,  zanpakuto is raised  &.  with itâs downward slash comes a surge of energy hurdling towards his opponent  ,  giving ichigo just enough time to bolt in the opposite direction as if heâs some sort of live bait.  if itâs a struggle you want  ,  come get it.