𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑. cursed to walk this wretched earth over and over, a never ending nightmare, forced to interact with humans as if they weren’t 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 zhen’s wrath, his absolute fury upon the gods for placing this punishment on him. unruly and awakened to thousands of years of torment, he’d 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 he’d shown his, was there ? draconic’s own flaming blade unsheathed, placed in a defensive position to mirror the other’s, blood red eyes narrowing as he spoke, low with a barely restrained growl amidst the cadence of his voice.
“ i need to go to the soul society. ”
ah , another one of these types. suspicion twinkles within amber eyes &. as such , ichigo’s gaze narrows something akin to a knife being pointed at one’s throat. how does that saying go again ? ‘ if looks could kill ‘ ? yeah , that’s the one. although he’s certain his foe before him would say the same if bestial features weren’t doing it for him instead. warrior boy scoffs , glances o’er curvature of horns , a blade that flickers more intense than any inferno ichigo’s ever seen , then back straight before him. is he . . . supposed to be some sort of an arrancar ? no , that’s not it ; the spirit energy vibes don’t match. something different , something that sends jolts of uncertainty crawling along ichigo’s spine until it threatens to rip him open if he doesn’t move his blade. ❝ like hell you do. ❞ he finally says , blunt , a tinge of venom ‘pon tip of tongue as he slings sword off shoulders &. into a battle ready hold adorned with a flare of blinding blue surrounding his person. ❝ i don’t care what you need to go there for , i won’t let you. ❞
substitute could . . . be biting off more than he could chew , yes , but that doesn’t matter in this moment. he defends , that’s who he is. whether this . . . thing is in serious need , or is just another blood thirsty monster on a tirade for power , it doesn’t matter in the end. not with how they talk akin to a drooling beast aching to rend the life from ichigo’s 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 it’s downward slash comes a surge of energy hurdling towards his opponent , giving ichigo just enough time to bolt in the opposite direction as if he’s some sort of live bait. if it’s a struggle you want , come get it.