Walk of the Vagabond (Open)

The body stared back at him, it's brown eyes, dulled in death boring into his head. Even in death, they screamed accusations at him. He looked at the knife in his hand, then stared in horror at the still-dripping fatal wound to his sister. As his terror grew, the corpse spoke out:

"Why...Why...Why...Brother?"

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Tael's green eyes fluttered open, the weight of his eyelids apparent. His heart slowly returned to it's normal rhythm. He stared up at the moon. The moon he cursed always. He never knew how much he slept - thanks the endless desert and perpetual nightfall, he may have slept for a day - or only five minutes before the nightmare deprived him of his rest. The same nightmare. Always. Running a twitching hand through his raven-black hair, Tael sighed. 

"The walk goes on... and so it goes." Tael thought to himself. 

And that was exactly what he did. For what felt likes years, he had walked the dunes of Hueco Mundo, picking a random direction each time he set out. His only point of referance was the gigantic palace Los Noches. It was always visible, and he made sure to always camp where he could see it. For what else was there to do? His attempts at freedom from the flesh had failed, twice. Now all there was to do was walk. 

His white longcoat, stripped from the corpses of deceased Arrancar, fluttered in the light wind of the night. Beneath it sat in it's sheath, Tael's longsword, Giruvargan. His left hand, cursed with nervous twitching, always held it tight. The closest thing he had to a companion on this long pilgrimage. 

"A blade can't run away..."

Speaking of which, a group of Hollows, of a pathetic level of power, sighted Tael. Viewing him as a weak target, they began to stalk their prey. Tael looked back at them, watching them move towards him. Something clicked in his brain. "Are they not...rep-"

Suddenly, they stopped dead in their tracks as they reached the small range of his reiatsu pressure. Without a single look back they bolted, aware of the power of the Arrancar. "..ullsed by me."  Almost out of reflex, Tael's shoulders slumped. It didn't affect him much. Nothing had come near him ever since he became what he was. An Arrancar. 

Stepping forward once again, he continued his trek across the desert, years in the making.

"And so it goes... forever and ever."

(WC: 410 - 8GP - Total: 8GP)