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The Sands Of TIme, Enters He Naked And Timeless.

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Upon a dusty desert dune, materialised as if birthed by the air or sand itself, A naked being with the appearance of a young boy, his skin ashen and his eyes mismatched amber and ruby. The eyes of this young man-thing fluttered slightly but remained a solid still for what felt like an eternity though no-one else would see, after this wait this solid silence and inaction, the boy slowly blinked his eyes watering heavily, why he did not understand. He spent his first few hours on that hill looking over the sands, seeing little but finding many, he felt the sand below him, small grains of which had whisked there way upon his self in many less than comfortable places. It's texture a new thing to him as all things would be to the mind of something new. 

He didn't move until a day had passed, simply staring at the vast space that spanned deep in front of him, he saw the skies their light blue blurred to some respect by the newest feeling that entered and grew over him, that of a radiating heat burning, and the red ball in the sky which seemed to stand still upon this desert sky un-moving just as him, he wondered was he too a ball radiating heat , but he upon a sandy canvas brown, his simple thoughts still yet wordless, knew somehow that was not true and after some time of staring until the boy no longer could he closed his eyes and dreamed.

The world was black when his eyes had closed he found it funny for some reason as he wondered whether the world around him truely did exist or if his thoughts, his mind, his eyes did make it seem as so. He stirred, his eyes opening finding more darkness, yet it was different there were things, he saw things, but that beautiful sky crystal orange that had shone upon him and it's beautiful accompanying blue canvas had disappeared. At first he did feel dread but somehow something deep within spoke to him. 'Be still young möröödögch, all is but a dream' Her voice radiated within his mind so soothing, so awe inspiringly amazing, it bounced back and forth within the confines of his limited psyche, he knew not what those words meant not quite yet but even so they filled him with peace of mind and safety.

'Mö-röö-dögch' He stood and took his first steps like a toddler guided by it's mother, the word circulated within him, placing itself deep within him before seemingly inserting itself as part of him, It was his name though yet he knew not what a name quite was. He staggered a while only moving two metres before collapsing upon himself, but as he fell he saw that crystal orange ball had been replaced with a white solid block that glowed almost as beautifully, and the sky deep black held some allure quite different to that of the blue canvas he had grew comfortable upon.  After a few hours settled upon the sand once more he stood again to take steps further more. He continued ambling unguided falling and slowly picking himself back up for a length of time one would know as two weeks before finally he had found his rhythm and steps too did come as easily as the staring and thinking that occupied all of his time. It took a further 6 months for him to begin to feel an ache within his stomach and his throat, that of hunger and that of thirst. 

He suffered screaming, only managing to scorch his throat even further and allow sand to place itself deep within, his suffering lasted what one would call a year, he having long found himself collapsed unmoving in pain and thirst and facing agony, before thoughts cleared within his mind and found themselves embedding the thoughts of sustenance and of how to get it, food water, hunting, arts once foreign.

Slowly becoming more than a simple doll of waking movement and pain he sought land of green, and animals of that which could sate his seemingly never-ending torturous hunger. Two months passed before he found that which he sought, fertile land, flat and for some reason words entered his mind, home and the steppe, being the most powerful, an unsuspected and unknown drop of liquid fell from his eyes, tears by which he knew not, for he cried truly for the first time 'Mö-röö-dögch, you must hide. your life they too shall seek, young one run, you have nothing left to prove

The land around him was flat, with sparse patches of grass upon a rocky steppe, a jagged rock cliff stood to the west about a kilometer from him and in front of it stood that which he had fought hard to find food, he needed strength and to rid himself of this never ending ache at the time he would sit again in silence and communicate with his own mind, thoughts words had slowly been coming to him giving him further understanding of life and the nuance of being. He contemplated how to act and how his actions may  face the worlds reaction, how he may track well and how well and truly effective he could manage to get himself. But first he thought water, where there live creatures there lives water, he would soothe this thirst that parched his throat then he may find something he could scavenge. He seemed to remember a former life upon a landscape quite similar to this one, but in this other life he was not the only of his kind there were others larger than he and they showed him things taught him of the hunt but also of plants and berries and how to find food so not to starve for the good of the whole, his mind raced adrenaline perhaps, and though he had been thinking things through and words of strategy and tactical analysis too did fill his mind, he found that he had started running without even thinking to, perhaps this was the power of sheer instinct fuelled by hunger and thirst and the bare necessities of a living though not quite breathing being.

Beside the jagged rock cliff, jutting through small cracks within it at times as if interweaving itself with the rock itself stood a stream of which the animal seemed to be using as a source of nourishment. to his thirsty throat and weary mind he found it the most wonderful sight for his sand and sun scorched throat.

He wondered then why did he not breathe, did not all things breathe, he rushed faster than he may ever have expected, though you notice you move quite a lot slower than your eyes seem to perceive everything around you, you see the thing you had decided to hunt perk up having noticed you, it's head turns to you and rather than a concise flesh skin fur and bone it ears a white mask that almost seems to catch the light of things and glare off of them, it's body was that of a small deer lean and supple, it's fur a smooth coat, he would have thought it only a foal, but as it's eyes if one could truly call those slits within the mask eyes looked toward him it's body tensed and the fangs grew upon the mask, it bared at him and growled an awful shriek, he was hungry oh so hungry but this thing, it seemed it was too.

It seemed he had fallen to the lure of a creature quite unusual. it's body now strongly muscled with bones snapping and cracking out of the creatures hide as if to surround it in a bone-y carapace to guard itself with sharpened points across it's level. It took him more time than he would have liked to stop his movement having already went far more than he would have liked, but as he was to stop he slammed against the creature putting the force of himself and it at direct odds, to his own surprise it flew through the air and into the rock face it had nuzzled beside though he too found himself spinning through the air, he felt part of himself crack and his breathing grew heavy. As he swirled through the air his eyes saw through the subtle telling of earth rock beneath them and he managed to pivot and land upon the rock feet first, standing though not unhurt, his breath catching him heavy he coughed and felt a pain like no other as if his own chest was collapsing upon itself, he continued to cough in a fit blood pouring like phlegm from a mucus filled throat, his mind swirled struggling to straighten itself and he vomited, a lot of the puke managed to find itself upon he himself with the wretched smell of a thousand dead beginnings. 

As he tried to recuperate and fix himself, a sound hit his ear that of the hooves, of the creature moving,  his eyes quickly found it standing snarling charging, though it wore a mask he felt a huge wave of anger and hatred of blood-thirst beneath it's reflection, it ran but he could see it's movements rather clear, he managed to avoid it's first charge narrowly, his body not quite moving as fast as his eyes and mind seemed to tell it, he began to run towards the stream that cycled through the jagged rocky cliff face. it took him some difficulty to push the pain of his chest to the back of his mind but he eventually avoided it's thoughtful allure and charged the water, and as he began to navigate he thought to take a drink to nourish that weakened throat of his, and so that was what he did. Drinking from the stream pained him very much so and he struggled to keep it down both for the feeling of a red raw throat and what he would not understand were clearly broken ribs. He drank for too long and though he noticed the sound of the hooves charging him it took him yet again longer to react than his mind would have liked, this time however though he tried to avoid this thing charging forth he failed and it slammed into him again knocking him into the rock behind himself, his vision blurred and his mind blacked out for a moment he awoke perhaps a few seconds later finding himself face deep in the water of the stream, taking his head from the watery grave he looked up to see the fangs of the creature coming down towards him. 

He threw his right arm up to protect himself and the fangs sunk themselves deep within his forearm, causing him to emit a painful shriek, raising himself however he grabbed a rock from the stream in his free arm and with the full force of his power he began to smash it upon it's masked head, he hit it three times hard drawing blood before it let go of his arm, and made a light retreat, his right arm scarred with flesh torn revealed bone past skin and though he could lightly move it, it would be useless for the remainder of this fight. He took a quick look of the land around him the masked beast stood only 5 steps from him snarling and staring as if awaiting it's chance to bare again, through a crack in the cliff he could run through to the plains steppe again and perhaps if he ran enough he could avoid it. And yet somehow somewhere deep in his mind, his curiosity piqued and a newly forming competitive nature growing within him, Möröödögch decided he could kill this thing, he could win his deserved sustenance and also he could perhaps have a better look at it and maybe find out more about what manner of beast it is, perhaps if there was one there might be more and reason did dictate that the smartest reaction would of course be to understand the very little that he could, of course his thoughts weren't quite so deeply thoughtful as he still too was learning the arts of thought and thinking as a whole.

He ran to the opening but taunted the deer like creature first and upon hearing it's moving hooves and knowing it would charge he turned to see it and made a quick turn before solid rock, managing to avoid the beast as it slammed with a furious thud against rocky wall with the full force of it's self, it let out a furious pained wail, that of a wild animal fallen to the trap of a hunter. He paused for a moment recognising this feeling and this sound from some previous life that perhaps some day he might truly remember, he spent almost too long doing so and put himself at slight risk as the creature began to come to it's senses, but thankfully he struck quick and true before it might react and retaliate with the anger of a wild animal trapped and cornered, taking the rock in his left arm and smashing it against the back of the creatures head repeatedly, with an almost anger filled expression he roared as his rock struck over and over and over across the nape of his foes neck. 

And so he collapsed upon the back of the dead prey, a victorious smile upon his lips for he was victorious. He slept there for three days before waking, his mind taking hours to fix itself from it's muddled confusion, once he finally cleared his head he noticed the beast had gone, disappeared, but he couldn't quite understand how, he spent further hours trying to conceive of what the fuck had happened for lack of a better term, before eventually realizing his hunger had disappeared too despite the creature having survived, it was unusual vastly unusual he understand not why he knew it was unusual but he knew that it was in fact far from the ordinary. He sat for hours upon that spot resting in peace. Hours turned into days and days weeks as he basked in peaceful bliss thinking little of import perhaps but always thinking, how else might one pass their time even wordless at a level far beyond illiterate and mute. 

He spent years living the life of a nomadic hunter gatherer though he never quite learned what it was he ran into that first time. As years passed more came to his brain further memories and an understanding slowly of words, and their meanings as they equated to the world around him, like an animal caught in the full term of it's own evolution his thoughts grew further and as his thoughts grew and his mind expanded did he find himself wanting to explore even further and learn even more for surely there were others like him spirits cast adrift in a never ending sea. He had now lived two decades and found himself needing more than this simplistic life though less out of a straightforward need for more and rather more so a need to understand more, for he knew more existed how else would his dreams so vivid cast themselves across the canvas of his mental space and supplant in him many ideas many thoughts and many ideas that could not possibly be simple imagination for the world inside his own world surely existed somehow somewhere and if not here something else definitely did. 

'Möröödögch khüü, no matter what happens, no matter how the world changes and things become not quite what they seem never shall you fail, for you are möröödögch khüü, and no-one shall sully you my beautiful boy not even züüdlegch khuuran mekhlegch, and so too shall no warlord filthy or clean ever rid you of the dream.' 

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Möröödögch Found himself adding in physical and mental tasks to pass the time and attempt to better himself as if a self set competition placed upon himself, physically alongside his normal exploring and travel looking for something new he began to partake in lifting whatever thing heavy enough he could quite find, rocks mostly as they were the most populous of things he might find but occasionally a tree stump or the like would be added into his exercise repertoire, he found himself partaking in this act for a couple of hours each day all the while counting the amount he could do and how long he could last,  making mental note of what might view as progression in his own head. He also added periods of running and jogging to his travel testing the limits he could in fact find for himself, physical training also found itself steeped far into his arts of hunting and tracking, he'd add extra physically demanding restrictions so as to test the mettle of he himself and further assess his own personal physicality, 

this ranged from simply allowing the prey to know of his existence from a distance and forcing himself to try and catch it through pure force of his own speed and stamina, this worked at times but at others lost him a chance of food though he minded very little once he found himself living to his own ideal. To other restrictions such as having to manage to catch it from a far distance with a thrown rock, this he found himself rather adept at, managing to measure distance and perceive the route he must send the rock through for the highest chance at catching whatever beast it was that he focused on, he found it always best to measure up where the beast would arrive rather than where it would stand at the time of throwing, he used this he thought as practice also for if ever he needed to learn how to do any such thing of this manner.
 
The mental games he added upon himself ranged from things like simple counting of the steps he took and rocks he saw each day, long and tedious perhaps but it kept him focused and focus was a very important for a man and his sanity and state of mind as a whole, besides the counting added further very useful help to the next game he played that would surely be vastly important to any explorer, which involved remembering the land around him, from what landscapes and landmarks surrounded him to them minute details such as the rock numbers, and combining even further to said mental gymnastics would be the art of mapping it out within his mind using what he has counted to tell him how long to travel and how well the spot found itself littered by miniature things that too may help him figure out where he was. This mental map making he felt though not quite sure exactly why would be a supremely useful skill for anything the future may hold within it's many many pages.

Like the simple art of dreaming was the discovering of what made a difference between the land he traversed and especially difficult were his attempts as he began to learn for himself the art of properly mapping and traversing lands of desert sand plentiful but oh so so very difficult to straightforwardly tell the difference between one slash of desert sand and another. He found himself somehow attached to the desert sands themselves though he knew not why and any dreams he had seen as of now had still yet to elaborate to his confused mind why the sand felt welcoming and almost as though somehow attached to he himself as a man as a being, he spent years traversing and studying the desert itself making a mental map of it's vastness and the beauty hidden deep it's sandy dunes, his love remained but he still had a self assigned mission that he could not hold back on for far too long no matter his constant interests in new things which grew in him procrastination through study. 

It took a lot of time and a lot of travel for him to eventually discover the land of the rukongai, using knowledge he had slowly felt seep within his mind he followed the trails of water to find it and watched it from a distance before deciding to go anywhere near it. Still naked he had noticed that others wore stuff that covered their natural forms and so thought to himself that of course he must need something of the like, he traveled through a forest gathering basic materials to eventually manage a basic cloth covering of his body, he washed and bathed himself in river water also so as not to enter this new land smelling far past foul and dressed in nought but natural nudity. His mind told him others of his kind were important and he knew it must very much so be true, making his way far back towards the districts, he would enter a new world that of civilization and all that it stood for.

His first meeting with another person or spirit consisted of him bumping into a woman and not managing to say a word, simply listening to her berate him for his rude behaviour and stupidity. He however paid no heed for she was the first woman he had ever laid eyes on and she to his eyes was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, he imagined his lips touching hers though he knew not why he felt that it would feel good and right, and he almost went for a kiss on the unsuspecting lady before she slapped him hard and walked off finishing her tangent, he tried to speak to say a reply anything any word that he might find but though his mind now was filled with words and their meanings he found himself still unspoken it would be new to him.

His further descent through the districts of the rukongai would find him wandering aimlessly and in awe of all of the faces rich and poor, old and young, ugly and beautiful all were new to him and he found it rather quite fascinating. He found a food stall and seeing kids come and grow grabbing food he found himself also hungry and simply took the food from the tables at leisure and began eating, this of course led to shouting and insults. He once again tried to reply trying to understand what was wrong and how he may fix whatever issue he was facing. He spent what must have been 10 minutes being bombarded and told to pay up not quite knowing what the man meant he would eventually try to walk off and see a group of large young men block his path. 'pay the goddamn vendor, ya fuckin freaky little thief man' 

Stopped and stuck he found himself trapped, quickly looking through the full streets not wishing to partake in a fight with others similar to himself, and not understanding what was wrong he found himself running towards one of many alleys, the young men chased him, he ran and ran for quite a long time only finally stopping upon reaching a dead end, a sigh of relief hit him before more men, these brandishing long sharp not quite sticks at him, he remembered the word in his head as he assessed what stood before him, long sharp knives. He knew these things were dangerous and yet he had no idea what was happening around him bewildered all over 'Give us yer money and wi w'on hafta poke ya full of holes ya lil rat' Assessing the land around him again he found himself alone cornered and considering whether he might need to fight to retain his life. 

They moved in closer and closer to him circling him, until suddenly he sprung up jumped atop a window railing and climbed his way up on to the roof of a building, he then began to run once more lost unsure and not knowing what to do he continued to run until he reached a sport finally where felt he was somewhat safe and began thinking to himself considering his options and weighing which option might be his best. Eventually he decided to exit the district again deciding he would not sleep in the confines of this unknown and unusual land. 

It took him hours again to reach a point in the bordering forest lands where he felt safe enough to encamp himself and sleep. After sleep had passed from his system he thought further on things and determined he would have to visit these districts again but also decided that he would come to and from the district to at the very least these forest lands so as to understand what he was doing and where it was he exactly was at all times. He also decided he would try to have the least amount of impact he could possibly have and simply view and figure out how to properly fit in amongst others, Before heading to the city rukongai districts and such though he decided to hunt once more, finding himself a worthwhile prey a smaller deer though flashbacks told him not to that it might be the one that disappeared before, he silenced those words of doubt and thought to himself perhaps it would actually be better if it was so he could truly finish the job if he hadn't already.

He killed it with a single rock throw and using the same rock he not quite cleanly skinned it having seen skin of animals in stalls in the rukongai he thought he should bring some and perhaps that would help him. He entered the rukongai once more and found himself at the traders giving the skins to a man who gave him something he had never heard of nor seen before, they called it money, having been handed it he quickly noticed people trading it from one to another to get other things from one another and the first seeds of understanding entered his mind. He spent the rest of that day in travel observing and taking no actions as long as he could help it. If he was not interrupting in anything than surely nothing would make him seem out of place.

It took him a year to settle into the groove of coming and going smoothly and discover for himself the simple aspects of civilized life, he quickly fell into habit and found himself selling skins and sometimes even buying stuff for himself including a knife which was his first buy. It took him 10 years to properly understand the smaller subtleties of life and truly integrate fully within rukongai life. He found himself quickly enamored with the library and spent quite a long while learning how to read and write.

 

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He had spent years now traversing this very spiritual realm that had birthed him as though a child born from the womb of mother deserts sand. Spiritually he had lived 40 years in this very strange unerring world, and as time had passed, more things became known to the mind of what began as a small being with the appearance of a 13 year old but had by now grown to 9 foot and seemed to grow even further as years passed. His years spent in the libraries served him good, learning to spell and write things the memories as he, now believed he knew his dreams to be, served to show he had not learned in life before this spiritual continuance. 

More concepts grew in his mind as if an ever evolving creature, mentally now he could fully be considered one of the many that roamed this land. His memories thought him of life in a tribe, of the world of warlords and battle, of drink and of women. All of these things would grow to inure this boy as he grew even physically. Though he had not read in his previous life he knew now what he could very well be in this world this new chance of living. 

A warlord of repute and one of which should be the most respected and feared of men, the mightiest of warriors with the keenest of minds, A Khan of Khans and all that stood around him a world to be conquered in concepts in learning, and to make yet everything all the more sweet he seemed to learn as time travelled alongside his own path. That in this realm age held no real jurisdiction or control over what one man could learn or grow to be. 

In this world all could be gods if not squandered and capable, and he intended to reap what the realm itself seemed to sow around him. He had learned by now of what his early mistakes were, of money, currency that which one used to pay for the things they wanted that others were willing to be rid of. Of how men and women worked toiled hard jobs of labour and of sacrifice to achieve that which they wished, and he could not help but feel some sense of pride or rather admiration for such beings. 

He also knew that truly to be what he wanted to be, he would need knowledge and some mind for tactics and plans alongside mere brawn for the greatest of all warriors was shortly a combination of both prosperous elements that of which made up the foundations of a being, Brains and Brawn. 

He learned also of guards men who protected traders mostly, from his reckoning, for money an honest enough trade he supposed, and of course that they would have been what had chased him before his escape as what both physically and mentally compared to he now was a child only yet catching it's bearings, he cursed himself for having been so dumb and unknowing and also to some extent of not taking the chance to test himself against said men force against force, power against power the collision of those willing to battle and at least in his own case kill. 

How could one grow but through experience and as he wished to be a great warlord, a great kahn he knew that the greatest path towards his own goals would be through battle both of the physical kind and that of some brainwork. He would find out about the many criminal elements that surely ran through the many districts of rukongai like the vessels pumping blood through the body the rukongai made up. 

He would of course once prepared start with the district he had already began living beside them, oh what must have been twenty years prior to the current stage of time, he would start with what things he had picked up from years of study in the libraries, the mental side of his which he had needed to grow in order to advance his own understandings of the world and knowledge, it of course had been a challenge, simply learning to read and to write had been a challenge. He had worked vigorously using all manner of willpower and personal mental acuity to learn the art of reading and writing that acuity of which he had accrued by then not yet fully a person to the standard of what he mentally conceived as one. The him back then compared to the he that was now would be what Mord himself should think of as a husk, or a plant being watered and nurtured with plenty of sun to slowly grow from it's tiny seed into the makings of sentient man.

He of course read up on books that involved warfare and his own culture that of which he remembered, the Mongols, he learned of an empire after his time, one of the greatest there ever was of a simple common tribesman named Temujin who would grow to be known as Genghis Khan the greatest of Khans, The Khan Of Khans. That was one thing that grew to his heart deep, a pride that of which one could only feel when something they love, does something great. He of course would take note of how Temujin accomplished his own conquests and appreciate what it would take.

He only for now at least planned to take on the criminals from his nearest district, challenge his own power against the strongest of which he could find and through conquest grow his own personal empire, he of course knew the simplest manner of beginning would be simply to walk to where he knew thieves and cutthroats might think they stand a chance at overwhelming without repercussion. 

Morood also read up on battle itself, alongside that of war, of great warriors such as the chinese FengXian, men he would respect and partially feel bad for not having an opportunity to face on the field of battle. 

Möröödögch would leave for the forests where he encamped, take rest a while before preparing all that he would need. Not that, that would be very much by his own reckoning, he simply broke from a tree branches which he tied grassy vine and sharpened the tips off rock. He would hunt first to acquaint himself with the use of such a weapon. he took his first spear a large thing he had made of the nearby wood, held it close to himself and began to stalk throughout the forest itself looking for something worthy enough for he to consider prey. 

It took him a few hours to finally find something worthy of his time and effort, a large feline creature with long ferocious claws that seemed to gleam almost majestically off of the moonlight, and teeth or fangs that did almost the same but held within them blood of many it had faced, a small smile spread across his mouth as the left corner of his lip found itself upraised. He shouted to attract attention, stealth was not something he wished to make use of now, for he wished to test how well such a spear as he had self fashioned could hold up to his own strength and that of an opponent battling tooth and nail for lack of a better term, one less worthy of a current pun.

The best flexed, its mighty muscles bulging in a powerful display as it hunched it's shoulders growled and then let loose a mighty roar, it began to rush towards him charging with speed and conviction. He looked deep into it's eyes from one predator to another, and roared right back a ferocious war cry he bellowed deep from the pits of his lungs. It came to him and almost as quickly as the anger in it's eyes flared, did they turn to those of fear followed by a gaze most pitiful, that of an animal in pain, before deflating a split second of acceptance entered it's pleading stare before finally it's eyes became still, inert and motionless. The spear most brutally connecting with the force of his own strength basically blew the poor creature to bits the sheer power within the attack eviscerating it as pieces of it's blood and guts flew from one place to another in disjointment. Unfortunately also to his vast disappointment the spear itself found itself broken and shattered.

He took a small time to relax and think what he felt needed to be thought, he would go without a weapon, if not else than this experience thought him much, he need not a weapon for the common thugs he accepted he may run across, his own mind slightly deflated 'what sort of weapon may handle the strength of which I have gained, the size of which I have grown, One day perhaps I shall find something worthy of challenging my own thought and situation'.

 

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Möröödögch sat upon the sand dune Hill that had birthed him oh so many moons previous, he had left the districts and the forests of which he had found himself a rest, to think deeply to himself about nothing and many things. In an attempt to understand the actions of the world and how it ran, and how he should act himself in time to come, he felt the souls of many aching in intensity almost moaning in their own self disgrace and debauched state and yet he saw a light so bright that could be ignited if it was only to be treated and mended and brought out correctly, he had studied a bit in the libraries of deeper slightly brighter districts though none truly carried much of worth, he still did digested that which he needed for a simple amount of understand and grasp on language and it's written forms, and also the different concepts that filled the realm. He learned a lot from said books while also understanding only came to fruition as smaller grains of sand dropping upon his head. He learned of history and of course had deemed it worthwhile to study his own cultural background which he had through the many dreams that filled his head with emotions plenty and information on himself and his own life before this soul life, or the afterlife he supposed it was. 

Though the largest understanding of this world and it's people, spirits, souls came from visiting the many districts and seeing how they existed and lived, what they did and how they themselves viewed the world. He found the darkness that enshrouded the farthest districts, the corruption and the many many problems, sinfully unpleasant, he understood these people needed help and could tell as he explored that this world needed all the help it could get and that he should at least attempt if possible to help it himself. He found murder extortion and even far less savoury things had grown to be the regular rather than the rare in these districts it seemed the people who ruled over this realm had chosen rather than to help their subject to instead ignore and allow them to squabble and squirm in the darkest recesses, he wondered too who these people very well might be as he heard tale of the shinigami, warriors supposedly protectors and guardians he deemed far beyond unlikely.

He thought too over what he could do to change this world exactly simple use of power to take and control would never truly be a worthwhile endeavour after all, the abuse of power even if done by he himself would still corrupt a man, he knew of Khans the leaders of his people and he had read of a man who had came after he himself in the years of humanity a Genghis Khan, Khan of All Khans, a man though ruthless and showing little of mercy also seemed quite great and conflicted, a man of true power who ruled and allowed his subjects true choice over their own dreams and wishes and control over they themselves. A Khan who came from the commoner class and had raised himself far above his station, he heard of equality of rights even those faced towards women which was something new to him and yet something he found himself quite pleased with as an existing thing. For some reason though not quite clear to he himself he felt as though those rights may have served to help his mother the woman who's voices so easily and so often entered his dreams filling him with the knowledge of previous existence. from a rather horrid fate he had yet to quite discover fully, he saw a tear filled face and heard screams but never much more. He wondered too whether that may be something which in future might reveal itself to him far more apparent and filled in rather than full of blank spaces of which he could not decipher.

He took part in life in the districts those first so many years an active spectator to truly feel how they felt and explore how he might help, it was on one of those fateful days that he ran across something quite similar to what he had so odd many years ago and only then would he discover it's name. A hollow a creature from some separate realm that feasted on souls to grow more powerful itself a beast with an insatiable hunger that terrorised souls within the human realm rampantly and supposedly were disposed of by these shinigami. He heard that they too would come to the spirit realm though quite most ravenously and often in these disgraced and neglected further districts it seemed the farther the district the more unprotected and laid waste to by hollows it would be. Seemingly it was the shinigami's job to slay these beasts and save the souls within, but through only what he could feasibly accrue in his head to being pure neglect of duty and care, would be left run amok freely for quite long amounts of time what could be months of devouring, he heard tale that occasionally they would have grown to such a point of power by the time any shinigami might actually be mobilised to take them on that, they would pose a risk to the soul reapers themselves killing any incapable and growing yet stronger a foe a monster that would be left untamed and allowed to grow like weeds in a garden.

The beast he saw was a lot different to the deer like specimen he had ran across a long time back, though there was no mistaking that they were of the same nature upon him spotting the mask upon the creatures head. The beast was gigantic twice the size of Mord himself rippled in dark purplish muscles that pulsed with throbbing veins it's mouth was jarring with almost human teeth quite unlike that of an animal, it's body was closest to a great ape hunched over with full razor sharp claws. It ran through building aplenty with ease at a speed unbecoming of something of it's immense size. He spotted the gruesome sight of it running clean through some souls before gathering others in it's strong enormous hands and launching them within it's human like maw, the gnashing sound of it's teeth as it broke bone and body and the screams of the souls it consumed filled the air with an even darker aura that almost consumed the very air itself. 

He stood still a moment taking in the horrifying sight, a tear almost falling from one eye as he looked upon this beast and saw all the sins of a world uncaring for it's lay people, he knew he must make a change no matter the risk to he himself he had to do something for this world make a mark of some sort in this very very long life he could now live in the soul realm, not for himself but for the denizens that could not the weak and unloved many that fell to the whims of quite few.

He let out a roar towards the beast, 'Face me Hollow and die to your Khan' He would then brace himself, he was unarmed and knew from experience so far that any weapon he tried would break to the force of his own strength he would have to beat this beast however whether it be through pure force or through some other method. it charged towards him its front paws, claws or forelegs whatever one might call them quickly launching him towards the sole soul that stood waiting for impact, it let out a chilling cacophonous giggle similar to the sound of a group of chimpanzee's as it came it's first attack striking straight into Mord, sending sprawling through the wall of a building as hit him with it's claw both forcefully pushing in a slap and also clawing with it's sharp claws.

Möröödögch managed to remain standing as he went through the building and gained a large claw print cut across his left abdomen, blood poured from the new found wound, but he could not relent to this beast and in reaction he ran himself charging towards the hollow and hitting it with the full force of his own power, he felt the crack of ribs as his fist connected with it's lower chest area and seemed to break ribs. the satisfying feeling of the hollows bones crunching felt good to him and he would let himself smirk slightly as he sent it sprawling a good 15 meters away, the beast yelped and turned to him the cacophonous chimpanzee like giggle exiting again before it would rush once more. This time he would move alongside it both charging upon one another and letting out wild swings, they matched toe to toe for what must have been a full minute both full of cuts and bruising before Möröödögch eventually gained the upper hand and sent the beast sprawling through the air once more with a satisfyingly solid uppercut beneath it's chin followed by a forward kick that sent it's spiralling backwards through more of this shanty filled district. The Hollow would stand and begin to run instead of charging once more.

Möröödögch would follow as fast as he could but the beast had began to simply cause as much chaos and destroy as much as it could grabbing and eating souls as it made it's way. It would be a prolonged chase before Möröödögch would eventually catch the beast and finish it off, lacking a weapon he was forced to beat it to death with his fists, it took some time and exhausted him, he spent what felt like a full hour just swinging strikes one after another upon the creature until it lay slumped dead and he collapsed unconscious atop it's body.

That was the first but not the last time he would run across these hollows in these districts and each time he rid one though he knew he was helping he felt as though he alone could not capably deal with them all at least not as he was now. It took him a couple of weeks to fully recover from his cuts and other wounds inflicted of the battle and he would remain in the district regaining his own composure and strength, his need for endurance and lack of stamina making it necessary to regain some semblance of full health before even remotely attempting to take any sort of leave.

He found himself embraced in the darkness of this district 320, the sadness that permeated it's very air as he looked around and saw many souls and noticed they're unclothed nature as he once was he thought to himself, adults children men women boys and girls all lacking of clothes of footwear and of food their bodies almost withered and ghastly to look at as they appeared not much more than skin and bone, he thought to himself how the world could devolve to this such state, did they truly do something horrible in life to be cursed such and as he thought such thoughts, he cursed himself for allowing them enter his head. There is no reason these people should suffer so. He saw criminals all over people stealing both from corpses and one another, some wielded swords and knives some had nothing but their hands and body, he saw men rip each other apart with their teeth and nails as they fought for the smallest slivers of substance of food. He saw little boys and little girls robbed and kicked aside, he saw them also forced to themselves steal to survive knives that in their hands seemed bigger than any sword, he noticed also he saw very few people one could call old, in fact he reckoned he had only seen one older person the entire time he had spent here.

Once he had recovered well enough he walked alone in his thoughts as he took in the sights around him wondering how he could change these such things and wanting so powerfully in his mind to do so. He knew criminal gangs would likely be one of the biggest things he must deal with and that the people themselves needed nourishment and a way to live. And so he would leave to the forests where he could hunt and he would spend time gathering food that he could afford to take upon him and he would enter the district 320 and shout out to all who could hear, offer them food and growth and attempt to bring them closer to a better life to fulfillment and self contentment.

He gathered children first giving them food and bringing them away from the rukongai showing them to hunt though the land still lacked much in that nature and how to serve themselves with what they needed, he made them basic weapons to protect themselves spears and the likely and thought them as well as he could how properly to protect themselves.

He then moved to adults doing much the same but going further, he showed them how to fight how to hunt and told them to dream for themselves and the children brought to this most horrid of places, he knew he could not quite feed this district alone and simply teaching them the basic skills of which he was capable also would not fully suffice to making them self sufficient he knew though he could at least help, and perhaps by feeding them a little now and ridding them of gangs he could fully help them grow in future to be much more than they were now. 

This District numbered 320 would be the first in his line of conquests, bringing them food and eventually clothing and attempting to integrate some sort of life to these downtrodden starving beings, he wished to help them and so too he would have to think bigger and grow further. He found himself quickly moving forward to another district after the first one and exploring finding and gangs he might be capable of. It took him a while to rid gangs from the districts he had chosen. He began stomping out and taking over the gangs that he could showing them through superior force the paths of betterment. He would do this for all 20 of the lowest districts which he took, as his first step of taking over, the gangs of course would learn of him further and further as he destroyed and took over what he could, occasionally finding himself forced to kill for the betterment of many.

The first gang he would take over would be that of the Diamond Claw in district 318, they were thieves mostly, but also found some gain in harassing and strongarming to get what they wanted, thugs and sneaks, their gang ruled a decent portion of the district and numbered quite large. He found himself spending a few months looking for their base of operations to meet their leader and running across members all the while who would face him and more or less often be faced with an overwhelming might.

It was in this gang he would meet one of the first men to show himself capable more than the ordinary soul a heavyset bald man who had led the gang by the name of Ewan. Ewan sat at a desk in a small room with a bench on another corner on the bench sat other members of the gang that were left to guard and also to fill in their master on what they discovered. 

Möröödögch first came across the Diamond Claw hideout after taking on and forcing it out of a gang of thieves that had chosen foolishly to try and steal from him, he forced them to tell him where the hideout was and to tell them who the leader was. It didn''t take very long for him to reach the spot and find the heavyset bald man, the man sat calmly looking Möröödögch over and asked him to sit. They sat for a short time before any words were spoken 'I've come to take this district, by force if needs be, but I will offer peaceful resolution.'. 

The fat bald man laughed for a bit before looking the behemoth over 'I have heard of you, 'Khan', I have heard of your strength and how you have took on hollows barehanded, but what about you should endear me to trust in you to lead me' Mord looked the man over before giving his response 'I shall do much more than simply kill hollows, and I will lead to much more than simple robbery of folks, these districts are infected and I with the help of the many souls present shall find them a cure.' Ewan stared him over a bit once more before laughing again 'And what would you say to me if I said I had also previously banked on you coming, what would you say if I had already made a decision.' A small smile would enter the behemoths face before he would speak 'I would welcome you if you have joined and be sad to have to leave you to waste if not.'

Notes: Pretty shitty post gotta admit, but a post is a post

WC: 2899

TWC: 4302

 

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