#thefirsthollow

[the-pallid-king]

"Is that your way of saying you want to live?" She chuckled and nudged the body away from her before easily walking over to him cupping her hands behind her back. As if that simple motion could dissipate the threat that she wouldn't attack. However the claws that decorated the ends of her fingers had yet to disappear proving that one should not trust her.

The hollow snorted a mild sound and arched a brow, “Not really. I tend ta speak pretty forwardly, friend, if I was afraid enough ta feel like I needed ta tell ya I wanted ta live, I’d tell ya I wanna live.” Call it stupidity or bravado, he’d yet to meet an opponent he couldn’t defeat. If nothing else, he was confident he could make an escape if the need arose. He shrugged, though didn’t take his eyes off her.

[the-pallid-king]

A twisted grin danced upon her lips as the dead hollow's head went flying past the other male's without even a twitch on her part. "Oh, no one has really heard of me..." She kept the grin in place and lifted her hands in a shrug. "Then again I normally don't allow them much time to spread rumors..." She purred out, the meaning behind her words very prominent in her tone. She normally killed anyone who crossed her. It was a simple fact. As the poor hollow laying dead at her feet found out.

The hollow didn’t so much as flinch, not at the severed head and certainly not at the threat. Whether he was outmatched or not had very little to do with it. Even if there was a spark of disease in him, he would never show it to the source of said disease, and so he stood there with all of his usual confidence, the sword on his back a comforting weight. “Maybe ya should sometime. It’s more fun that way; when the few that know ‘bout ya fear ya so deeply that they spread that fear among others. Real entertainin’.”

[the-pallid-king]

((I believe Tumblr is eating things)) Morana licked some blood from her claws eyeing the other. "If you are no one, then my name doesn't matter." She shot back. "Most just refer to me as the first hollow."

The hollow grunted a short laugh, “That’s true.” Even if he had a name to give out, he doubted her’s would mean anything to him. Neither did her apparent title. “Never heard of ya.” With a laugh, he added, “I didn’t get out much.”

[the-pallid-king]

Heels clicked gently on the gravelly surface with the faintest of splishing sounds as they tread through red liquid. Eyes well hidden by a black and white mask stared straight ahead of her at the other hollow. "Hunh...? Who are you?" The tattered remains of a hollow lay around her feet as she addressed the male.

Normally he wouldn’t bother interrupting another hollow’s meal, unless he planned to make a meal of said hollow. It was simple etiquette. The closest thing to manners a hollow knew. But it was impossible not to be curious, and he always let his curiosity get the better of him. He shook his head a bit, standing as if unworried, with his hands relaxed at his sides. All confidence, as usual. “I’m no one. Who’re you?”