[glow=red,2,300]Deep within the forest of menos, an Arrancar is walking through it towards his home in Las Noches. Anything that gets in his way from lowly hollows to adjuchas meet their end through the powers of the Arrancar's fists and ceros. Erebus sits down on a rock with his uniform in shreds. Hate radiates from his eyes, while he stares off into the darkness. [/glow]

The Unknown swerves in flight between small gaps of the quartz trees forest. As his field of vision spectates the landscape below he notices only small prey and nothing worth swooping down upon. While preparing to make landing he picks up on a disturbance not to far from from his location. The cries of shrieking Hollow were faint in comparison to the noise of Cero explosions going off. Just a minute ago there was a peaceful, dead silence that The Unknown lurked about in but now taking a turn in course, the draconic Vasto veers away and proceeds toward the Espada whom was trespassing on marked territory. As The Unknown closes in on where he last heard the pandemonium the feel of this trespasser starts to become more clear.

He hisses, "..Arrancar."

There were those who called the Forest of Menos the home of nightmares; this was a cold, dark place, even on Hueco Mundo, where one could certainly expect their lives to be put in danger with every turn. There were those who claimed this terrible place could rend a soul in twain simply for setting foot in the wrong place, and those who said that to cross boundaries into the Forest was to forfeit one's life. Tangellow was not one of these souls.

Mostly because Tangellow could not speak, and in fact could not formulate any thought based in the realm of 'higher cognition'.

And so the little ball of tentacled-goodness bounced, his rubbery textured self maintaining momentum rather well, all things considered, as he simply rose and fell across the 'forest', more than occasionally striking against a large 'tree' and bounding off into some new direction.

He had, at some point, come across a chunk of one such tree, broken off and laying on the floor; the little tentacled thing had, at that point, had one of it's very few 'legitimate' thoughts upon sighting the rock, that being 'mine', and now had the six-by-five inch stone clutched deeply within it's own tentacles, savoring the feel of the uncomfortable lump in the center of it's mass of being with every large, deep bounce forward the Hollow made.

It had no goal, no desired place to be; Tangellow had simply found himself 'here' after his long nap, though he could barely be said to know what or where 'here' was, and so he had begun to bounce. It was, honestly, one of the very few things he was exceptionally good at. Or could do at all, for that matter.

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Unfortunately for the hunting Vasto Lorde, the echoing sounds of carnage and misery were only that: echoes, travelling slow and far, as all things did in the Forest of Menos, which only served to amplify the 'horrific' nature of the place. By the time the Unknown approached where Erebus had been, the Arrancar had long-since gone along his way, back to the moonlit sands and ruined walls of Las Noches.

[Erebus Exited]

"..Impossible, the scum was just here."

The Unknown's search begins to culminate after scouring the general vicinity in which the Arrancar was last sensed. As the dragon was about to give it a rest he catches site of a set of tracks leading up to a rock. The tracks inexplicably end there and have resemblance to that of a human foot. The Unknown begins backtracking the trail on foot and he starts to come across dying Hollow that were victim to the Espada's hot-headed rage. Providentially he was able to locate a Hollow not to far off the trail which was only hardly wounded by a Cero. The Unknown approaches this Adjuchas-level Hollow and just as quickly as he arrived The Unknown departs hastily. Being in a startled state from the Espada attack only made it all that easier for the commanding tone etched in the Vasto's voice to exude info out of the Adjuchas. Just before ascending into flight a bellow so gruesomely deep booms fourth from his gullet and echoes throughout the Forest of Menos, getting to be so deep that quartz around the dragon vibrate intensely.

"Espada! I fucking despise Espada in my woods!"

As the great cry echoed through the Forest of Menos, Tangellow came to a halt. Granted, this was less under his own power as much as it was he hit the ground in an awkward manner and rolled rather than bounced, colliding into several trees before losing his momentum with a low gurgling sound. Shaking his body profusely to lose the effects of the dizzying rolling, Tangellow rose up on a few of his tentacles, still clutching his stone jealously as his bland mask swiveled this way and that, failing to see the source of the power-filled words.

Giving a low, slow gurgle, Tangellow stared off into the distance a few moments longer before giving his equivalent of a shrug, basically raising and lowering his entire self, before turning to where he though the may have been heading before and beginning his bouncing process a second time, slowly acquiring more distance with every 'hop', the sound rebounding through the 'forest' rather consistently...

Long had it been since an Espada was caught skulking around in the Forest of Menos. Albeit from the occasional roaming Arrancar, The Unknown primarily keeps the forest free of any broken masked Hollow and so to make sure these ivory-cloaked bastards know what they're dealing with a little message shall be delivered upon their scanty palace. As the Vasto Lorde whips around Quartz in flight he begins to herd Gillian of the forest. He assembles the Gillian into groups in all corners of the forest before beginning to lead them into each other as a convergence of a larger group. By the time The Unknown gets to the last herd he was already leading a hoard. Even having lost twenty-five percent of the Gillian in the herding process he still managed to lump up an impressive mass. As he makes way for Las Noches behind him in the darkness marches a plethora of sharp, red eyes.

"Kukukukukukukuku....keeh~"

-Exit

Unimpeded and unnoticed - for what sort of meal could little Tangellow possibly make? - the little Hollow bounced and bounced his merry way into the distance, rebounding off of 'trees' and occasional stones with little regard for consequence, simply moving for the sake of moving; he would grow hungry sooner or later, at which point primal instinct would send him to food, but until then, he was simply a ball of stupid, and that ball was ever-rolling... or bouncing. He liked bouncing.

[Exit]

Erebus - 1 Stat Point

Unknown - 3 Stat Points

Tangellow - 3 Stat Points

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