A Moonlit Sonata (1x1 w/Astral Rayne)

[TheRowBoat]

In the heart of an endless white sandy desert, beneath an eternal night sky, exists a profound solitude that permeates every grain of sand, every whisper of wind, and every glimmer of moonlight. This desolate expanse stretches out endlessly in all directions, devoid of life and civilization, leaving only the relentless embrace of isolation. Imagine standing alone in this barren landscape, with nothing but the soft crunch of sand beneath your feet and the haunting howl of the wind echoing in your ears. The vastness of the desert stretches out before you, a boundless sea of pristine white dunes that seem to ripple like waves frozen in time. There is no escape from the overwhelming sense of emptiness that surrounds you, no reprieve from the oppressive weight of loneliness.

The sky above offers little solace, for there is no sign of life or companionship even in its vast expanse. The full moon hangs high overhead, casting its cold, silvery light across the desert landscape like a watchful sentinel. Its luminous gaze penetrates deep into the soul, exposing the raw vulnerability of existence in this desolate realm. In the distance, the occasional silhouette of a solitary rock formation rises from the sand like a forgotten monument to solitude. These silent sentinels stand as silent witnesses to the passage of time, their stoic presence only accentuating the desert's profound isolation.

As you traverse this endless expanse, each step feels heavier than the last, weighed down by the burden of existing in a world devoid of connection and meaning. The relentless monotony of the desert landscape stretches on endlessly, blurring the boundaries between reality and the ever-shifting sands of isolation. In this unforgiving environment, even the most fleeting moments of companionship feel like a distant memory, swallowed up by the vast emptiness of the desert night. And so, you continue to wander, a solitary figure in an endless sea of loneliness, forever searching for a glimmer of warmth in the cold, barren landscape of existence.

Alone stands a tall, muscular man with light blue spiky hair and light blue eyes, the latter including green lines below them, similar to the eye markings on a big cat species. His attire consists of a white hakama, a black sash, and a ragged white jacket with an upturned collar. The inner lining of his jacket is black, and he wears his sleeves rolled up, leaving it open to expose his muscular chest. The remaining bone mask consists of the right jawbone, and a large, dark, seemingly endless hole is on his abdomen. The rare winds of the sunless desert push the jacket aside, exposing the large, sizeable, dark number 7 on his back, near the right side of his Hollow hole. Much akin to a predatory big cat, the individual stands alone on the high white sand dunes of the eternal darkness of a world continually shrouded in night. The eyes scan the horizon for anything that moves, something to give him reason besides his recent ascendance back to some form of humanity. The male figure looks down at his fair-skinned, no longer a clawed bone-like paw adorned with ebony claws or ivory bone-like armor. A sense of humanity and recognition had returned, and he was no longer just a wild flesh-craving beast, but why did he still feel so empty. Even when accompanied by those who had achieved a similar sense of ascendence of some form of humanity, he still could not shake the desire to plunge deep beneath the sands and return to the tall, dark forests below and gorge themselves on the souls trapped within this limbo.

"Fuck it." The man growled out, turning his back to the endless ivory sands. His coat slightly billowed behind him as he lackadaisically marched back to the large white building-like structures that pierced into the starless night sky like swords piercing into the heavens in defiance against their current state. One of his subordinates could bother him enough to put them in their place, or another one with a tattoo could push his buttons sufficiently to fight to take the edge off his feelings.

 

[.Crimson.]

Belladonna (NSFW)

Darkness, it was the only thing she could personally recall when her mind wandered onto recent memory. At first, there was nothing. Pain and agony had blended into a sort of blissful escape and afterward a peace that was welcomed but ever so fleeting. Snarling, claws, and teeth were plentiful in this new landscape. The fear in the air palpable and sometimes almost became pungent enough to steal the very air out of her lungs. A shrill scream sounded out as claw like digits dug their way through the sands, the previous greenery replaced with mountains of sand dunes as far as the eye could see. Magenta locks fell over what little remained of her right eye, though that was only a socket made entirely of bone. She felt a myriad of emotion, each one more complicating to understand as the one preceding it. Sorrow, a never-ending hunger and finally an all-encompassing rage that burned her to the very core. No longer did her body hold an indigo sort of hue but looked almost tanned in complexion. '...Wa..ter'

The singular notion was enough to propel newfound legs to move, though she had no clue as to the final destination. Flashes of colors blurred behind her vision as memories of that past life attempted to assault her like a child's kaleidoscope. None of it made much sense, though. She attempted to secure a name for the person invading her mind, but as soon as the words came to mind it caused the hollow to physically see red. It had somehow become painful to recall her own name, or at least the one she had used prior to being killed. Some voice echoed inside of her mind, providing a mixture of words that ended up forming a sort of name. 'Belladonna.' Her head nodded in acknowledgement, able to recognize that the word would now be used as a means to address herself to avoid the mental landmine or her former alias.

Mint green optic scanned over the numerous dunes, each one similar in shape and still the same pristine white in hue. It all seemed to blend into a starless sky that loomed overhead and yet as she wandered further forward that aching pit in her stomach grew. Not a soul in sight, just an endless vast of darkness and what little light managed to peek through glistened off the sand. Belladonna glanced down at the modest white robes that now adorned her figure, a black silken belt being used to tie around the waist so that the frontal fabric would not just be carried up with the oncoming winds. Black and white boots adorned both feet, able to provide a little bit of traction as she climbed each dune to progress further toward what was assumed to be the horizon. At least, that was until she caught a glimpse of azure out of the corner of her eye and instinct told her to press down into the dune to avoid immediate detection.

Belladonna trailed behind the mysterious figure as if trying to place him, even though no real recognition was there some primal instinct told her to follow otherwise she might be left to fend on her own in the sands. A pristine structure loomed overhead and the vast nature of it almost gave her pause. She still continued to follow behind, maintaining what was assumed to be a safe distance in case he decided to turn and automatically give chase. Though her body froze almost immediately when azure eyes locked onto her and the fear that it induced caused her heart to race. She had been caught, and instead of the instinct to flee the fear had managed to lock up any useable limbs and leave her completely at mercy.

"...No...fight - just followed because of" Belladonna paused in midsentence as if the word she wanted escaped her for a moment, throat muscles contracting violently as the thirst from before only became ever more insistent. "Alone." It was the only other word she could manage in the state of mind she possessed, so much information was flooding back into her brain, but the part responsible for allocating words and proper meanings still lacked.​

 

[TheRowBoat]

The tall and physically chiseled blue-haired man continued to march into the desert, back turned to the vista he took who knows how long gazing into. His eyes facing forward towards the large ivory dome that jutted into the black skies of the realm he reluctantly called his home. The white robes blew in the wind as he trudged through the equally white sands. A world of black and white. A world of kill or be killed. Though with the ascendancy to something that looked and acted vaguely human, the once simplistic life of a hollow became more complicated. Swirls of newfound emotions and thoughts pooled in their minds now, ideas that only existed when they once had human lives. Who was the blue-haired in his past life? Did that even matter now? More than likely, that didn't matter; if anything, he was a twisted amalgamation of hundreds, if not thousands, of people. Only through his will and pure determination did he rise to the surface of the previously black void that was the stage of life before the Adjuchas. The mindless wandering and consuming Menos Grande, so easy to lose themselves after consuming hundreds, ascending from the simplistic voracious appetite of a lowly Hollow. His hand raised to his face, pressing the base of his palm against his forehead.

"Whatever." The man said to himself gruffly, continuing his solemn march. That was until he felt something like something had just appeared. Feeling a slight pressure on the back of his neck, causing the skin to rise slightly. Like a wild defensive animal, the blue-haired man reached down for his blade and drew it upon whatever was behind him. An Adjuchas looking to get lucky? But, upon looking behind him. The wild killing strike stopped halfway, the force discharging out into the sands of Hueco Mundo, causing the ivory sands to blast away. An Arrancar? The feminine figure before him certainly had all the characteristics of one.

"If you wanna not be on the receiving end of someone acting defensively, best to use your spiritual pressure to signal to them, rather then stalk them like a preadtor. You're not an Adjuachas anymore." The man informed the woman across from him. Actual human skin, the hollow hole on their body, and lacking any monstrous traits of a Menos Grande or Adjuchas. Instead, the woman before him looked exactly like that. A woman. The man lowered his sword to his side before casually sliding the blade back into the hilt, dangling off his waist. His green eyes narrowed at the magenta-haired woman across from him, looking her over. The look of fear in her eyes and the lack of ability to string together a single sentence. And she was unable to register danger until the sword was drawn upon them. However, despite his evident frustration smeared across his face, he could not hold it against the Arrancar across from him. She was practically a newborn in the sense of reacquiring her more human sanities. Her reason for following seemed in line with some other Arrancars he knew. Isolation was among the most common reasons Adjuchas and Arrancars coalesced around one another to find a sense of familiarity and companionship.

"Well, if you're looking to not be alone, little lady, you head to that big dome." The man spoke gruffly, pointing his thumb back and over his shoulder towards the large ivory dome that pierced the ebony skies above them. The man turned to leave and turned his head back, showing his still partially hollowed face. The exterior carnivore-like jawbone outlines his already sharp facial features.

"What's your name, woman?" He asked. "Best I know so I can holler at you for going the wrong direction to some of our less savory cohorts."

 

[.Crimson.]

Belladonna tilted her head to the side as if trying to listen to his words and comprehend, though now that the initial spike of fear had dissipated more of his intentions were able to get through and actually stick. He was mentioning something about that dome in the distance, something about others being present on the inside. As time passed, her thought process was becoming that much clearer until the neurons started firing at a normal speed again. She took the time to try and focus the pressure inside of her body, pulsing it outward on short bursts and blinking at the way it acted like a sort of echolocation albeit advanced. Name? That almost caused her mind to race, though by some grace a part of her mind pushed that fear and anger aside in favor of using words. "Name..is...Belladonna." The attempted was broken, but less stuttering than the prior attempt for sure. She felt along the left side and was a little surprised to note that a sword was hilted there, not entirely sure when it had even appeared in the first place. She wanted to ask for his in return, but something told her that approaching him in a cordial sort of manner would take more effort to achieve.

One hand reached up to push the hair from her face, showing off the lack of an eye that had previously been hidden. Needless to say, discovering that before was a shocker but now she was able to accept the newfound limitations it presented. Bella started to walk forward, careful to make sure that each step held purpose behind it to avoid stumbling and falling down the nearby dune as a result. Teeth bit her lower lip in an obvious sign of trepidation, choosing to go against her prior instinct and once more velvet tones were heard. "Yours?" Though it appeared that the name might not be an importance right now as soon after she found herself still walking forward and the mysterious man had been left behind as a result. When had that even happened? Belladonna noted the lapses in her memory that were still very much an issue, but surely with some determination and practice the gaps would slowly start to fill back in.

Eyes scanned over the inside of the dome as she entered, the vast space causing her body to shiver out of a sense of truly being miniscule. However, multiple pairs of eyes were now upon her, and it caused the female to stand stock still. One of the others chose to approach, a toothy kind of grin evident against his face as if trying to seem masculine. "You're new, I would remember seeing you around here." His words were what caused her face to scrunch up in a manner akin to disgust, not the least bit interested on the web of lies he would try and spin on an obviously naive Arrancar. Ignoring him could be a deadly choice, but it was the manner that Belladonna took as her eyes narrowed a bit and instead of a response remained stubbornly silent. "The silent type, eh? Interesting...are you sure that's your best option here, girl?" Hairs on the back of her neck stood on end now, backing off almost immediately when the change in tone was evident and his stance went from inviting to predatory in a matter of mere seconds. Running would do no good, she would simply have to try and make a stand, certain that a wound would be far less of a price to pay then showing overt weakness now.​

 

[TheRowBoat]

Grimmjow stood there silently in the empty desert they both occupied before picking up on the name of the newly made Arrancar across from him. Belladonna? A fascinating moniker to be had amongst an Arrancar. It was always one of the more intriguing things that rattled around in Grimmjow's more singular-focused mind. Where did his name even come from? Was it even his name to begin with? Was it one of the hundreds of thousands of words swirling inside his brain leftover from many of the souls he consumed? Or was it the name of the Hollow who eventually became the Arrancar he is now? Grimmjow could feel something cramp inside his head, without any second thought, smashing his fist against his head as if forcing his brain to get back on track. A growl escaped from his lips, further repressing the more complex philosophical ideas into the back of his mind before turning his back to the woman. However, she did ask his name. At the very least, he could do is give her his name. As much as Grimmjow was much of a lone predator, the companionship found in the new enclave of Arrancars in Las Noches made the blunter and more standoffish Arrancar more willing to at least be cordial with others.

"Grimmjow," The light blue-haired Arrancar said as he turned his face slightly, showing off just half to Belladonna. "Grimmjow is my name. I suggest you stick close to me once we get inside Las Noches. You may not find some of the others of our kind so... friendly." Grimmjow added with a slight grin, showing off the predator-like canines that lined the insides of his mouth. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he began his march back to Las Noches, this time with a new companion behind him. Though from his earlier display of strength and her apprehension, she kept a few paces behind him. He wouldn't criticize her; Belladonna was wise in doing so. Maybe he could haze her about it, but those above him would not take too kindly to such taunting actions, even if only verbal. Even the newest made Arrancar kept to the animalistic sense of being wary of a being that presented itself as a potential threat to their safety. Their march back to Las Noches remained quiet, the only sound that broke the silence being the rhythmic crunching of their footwear, crushing the grains of white sand beneath their feet. Or the occasional sound of the wind rushing across the barren landscape. Each step brings them closer to the monolithic structures that pierced the eternal night sky as if in defiance of their existence. Eventually, coming up to the entrance to Las Noches, Grimmjow could feel the presence of other Arrancars looking on in intrigue, no doubt feeling the presence of someone new approaching.

Grimmjow's hypothesis was correct when he turned around to see a random Arrancar accosting Belladonna. Grimmjow's eyes narrowed on the Arrancar as he attempted to intimidate her. Grimmjow let out an annoyed growl before flexing his spiritual pressure, suddenly forcing the Arrancar down onto his knees. Grimmjow slowly approaches the two of them.

"I suggest you stand aside and avoid annoying one of my Fraccion," Grimmjow stated in a deep and gruff voice. The Arrancar looked up from his forced kneeling position, his body trembling from the exertion of Grimmjow's spiritual pressure down on him. Many other Arrancar are scarce to avoid being caught in the crossfire of Grimmjow's ire.

"D-damn you G-grimmjow!" The Arrancar spoke, jerking his head up like a rustic machine unable to fluidly do so. The lowly Arrancar could not rise to the occasion of someone far out of his league. Before the Arrancar could make even the most desperate attempt to strike back, Grimmjow had already winded up a solid kick. The top of his fit came in direct contact underneath the Arrancar's jaw, launching him high up and into the overhanging balcony where other Arrancars once watched. Those still brave enough to stay around witnessing the spirited Arrancar launched in-between slumped over and unconscious.

"Come now, Belladonna. It's best to take our leave before we draw even more attention than we have." Grimmjow seemingly commanded with a sinister and primal expression. She had seen a far different face from the usually uninterested and scowling faces he had made previously.

 

[.Crimson.]

Belladonna felt a sense of anger welling inside of her breast, a feeling that the female could not quite place yet since the words and voices in her head still buzzed like a nest of hornets. Part of her attention was here, but the other still remained in a daze and the little gaps in consciousness were becoming a lot more noticeable as the Arrancar had begun to provoke her. Like the action was something that brought out a fragment of previous memory that the woman did not wish to relive. Eyes were narrowed a bit at the display of aggression going on mere feet away, somehow her posture remained still as if a part of her knew that Grimmjow would not unleash that frustration on her. Wait, since when had she grown even somewhat trusting of the blue haired male? He owed nothing to her, and yet here he was defending her in a sense in view of everyone there.

Locks fell over one shoulder as she turned to face Grimmjow, and while some instincts in her were outright screaming to run away from the sinister expression plastered on his features another caused her to take two steps closer. If she wished to remain intact throughout the night, she required his protection and that much was blaringly obvious. The other Arrancar seemed remiss to provoke him further, and plenty more decided to flee in favor of their own survival. Her posture changed from hesitant to an aura of newfound confidence, following behind him once again though much closer than before. Belladonna could actually look at him from this angle, noting the jagged bits of bone that made up half of his face and it looked quite similar to what encompassed her right eye.

She had questions, dozens of them in face but the female was not sure if Grimmjow would be in the mood to entertain her poking and prodding nature. Instead, the pair chose to walk again in silence barring the soft huffs of breath that came from her due to the tension in the air. Being able to sense the atmosphere, it was clear that he held a hostility inside of his body that needed to be released otherwise it could prove deadly for either himself or some other that even looked at him the wrong way. Her lips hesitantly parted to allow words to come out, though it took longer as Bella honestly tried to focus on making a sentence without stuttering.

"What is this place?" Her question was simple, and as the time progressed her vocabulary was obviously returning so the neanderthal mannerisms would be a thing of the past. Also, she wanted to ask just what he had claimed her to be since she could not recall ever hearing the word before. "Also, what is a Fraccion? What does that - make me?" Bella winced at the falter in the middle of her sentence, silently cursing herself out for it and vowing to put a lot more effort into becoming more accustomed to the words instead of primal noises and howls that were used as a Hollow. "You wish for me to stay with you?"

A part of her hoped that the answer might be yes, because something about him felt safe and that caused Belladonna to recognize him as superior. The logic was sound, Grimmjow held a power that dwarfed her own and the Hollow nature inside of her was subservient to it. "If so, I will try to be useful." He could likely ask her to do anything and the Arrancar would do it willingly, not out of obligation so much as a respect for his strength. "Anything"​

 

[TheRowBoat]

Grimmjow kept himself off to the side, waiting for Belladonna to make her move towards him. Grimmjow waits for the female Arrancar to walk past him, looking over the most recent addition to the evolved Hollow society coalescing in the ancient city of Los Noches. Grimmjow made sure to keep his presence known as Belladonna made her way over to the blue-haired man standing on guard. Once she had walked past him, the two of them continued down the seemingly never-ending halls of the vast city that symbolized the perseverance of a Hollow's desire to evolve and attain their humanity. His strides allowed him to walk past Belladonna before hearing her call out for him and ask him about his place. The man, whose hands rested in his pants pockets, halted and turned back to look at the woman stuck to him like a lost animal.

"This place? Los Noches." Grimmjow stated, looking up at the roof of their hallway. His face furrowed into a glare as if trying to pierce through and see beyond the white marble structure encompassing them. "The only person who knows anything about this place is the old 'king' Barragan. Even for an Arrancar, the old bastard is ancient, and even still, the history of the building remains a mystery to him. From what I recall from his endless droning and ramblings, this place was built in honor of the ascension of Hollows overcoming their more instinctual desires to consume and eat their fellow kind, eventually ascending to the level of an Arrancar. A white palace that pierces the black skies of nightly home. But, from what he says, it eventually fell when those Arrancars gave into their instinctual desire for power above all else, drawing the attention of those damned Shinigami, sending the Arrancars and Hollows back into the endless desert." Grimmjow explained to Belladonna, leaning against the wall before hearing her next question. His eyebrow perked up in interest. He had merely said she was a Fraccion to keep the more lecherous and opportunistic Arrancars from her. But, the Pantherine-Arrancar wanted to keep the newcomer close to him.

"A Fraccion is an Arrancar who serves those Arrancars who have achieved the rank of Espada like me. I already have my own Fraccion since well before I was even an Arrancar..." Grimmjow began, using his feet to kick him off the wall and approaching the Belladonna, feeling her presence curtail to his own. "but I am always willing to add more to my pack." Grimmjow said, leaning in, his face mere inches from Belladonna's. The female Arrancar entirely viewed the canine and fanged-filled teeth that filled Grimmjow's confident and predatory smile. His nostrils take in her scent, his eyes peering around her body. A smirk on his face as an idea came to mind. His hand reached out to wrap around her neck, controlling. Grimmjow's grip was backed by control and power as he examined her face and body.

"Be careful with how willing you are to give yourself over," Grimmjow said as he closed the gap, their bodies pressed against one another. His lips were so teasingly close to her ear. "Follow me, my Fraccion," Grimmjow said in a commanding tone as he released his grasp around her neck, taking his leave to head back to his chamber. He was aware of Belladonna's presence behind him as they approached his chamber.

 

[.Crimson.]

The female listened quite intently to the description and brief history being divulged to her even if the important points were short and sweet rather than drawn out. Belladonna could not help but admit to the fact that serving him would be an easy way to remain both useful and acclimate to the new society that she found herself in, but the notion of his warning caused an eyebrow to raise. Had her implications truly been so open ended like that or was it just how Grimmjow wished to personally hear it. Either way, the idea of giving herself over even in the more physical sense did not seem like a bad idea if the other was not opposed. They both had obvious reasons for doing what they did and the newest Fraccion was merely ensuring survival by imprinting herself onto a proper protector. She nodded at his modest warning, even if the way her body had not once faltered even when that grip was all but seizing the delicate collar of her neck. It came as a quiet sort of acceptance that the blue haired Espada owned the female in multiple ways, and she would not try to dispute that claim even if it brought injury.

"Never knew opportunistic to be a bad thing." She found herself muttering out even if the words were a little slurred due to the pressure being applied mere moments prior. Legs found themselves moving entirely independent of thought as the Arrancars mind was elsewhere at the time, not like that should be too surprising since the sudden aspect of change would be enough to throw anyone for a wild ride. Her posture softened upon entering his chamber the notion of the scent that permeated the area was enough to cause the hairs that had once stood on end to allow a bit of respite. Bella even took to sniffing quietly as it trying to commit that scent and aura to memory for later use. Eyes narrowed a little as the female took a proper seat alongside the end of the bed while looking over toward Grimmjow again, obviously trying to think of a spot that would work in terms of a bedding spot for her to use in the future.

"Considering you could have just as easily killed me outside I see no reason to avoid telling you things like this. After all, am I not but a servant to you more of less now?" She questioned with a tilt of her head to the side for emphasis. She could vaguely remember prior instances in her head of more carnal acts taking place, even though the other persons face involved was blurred out entirely and despite best efforts the detail never managed to fall into place. A wince and audible hiss coming out between gritted teeth as trying to recall those things caused the same kind of agitation from before and without even thinking about it nails had dug into the plush material of the bed and had even made soft holes in it due to the pressure. "My memories...cause severe agitation. Is that normal?" Belladonna managed to get the words out and the calm nature from before had been replaced by a tense one and facial features on her looked just shy of actual pained. "I can remember certain things, but others cause my head to throb, and faces are blurred out." Lips parted in a whisper as if admitting to this was seen as vulnerability to others and outside of Grimmjow, none of the other Arrancar had a right to know about this.

"Also, I can't even remember my actual name anymore." Belladonna excused that one as relatively common and attributed it to the sudden rebirth into hollow form, few if any from that realm would be likely to remember their past lives after spending a modest amount of time in the primal realms since the first thing to go was anything that did not involve immediate survival. "Belladonna just seemed to suit me."