Post by D'gerik Blackheart on Aug 2, 2015 12:35:31 GMT -5
Somewhere, in the ever expanding sands of Hueco Mundo:
Surrounded by the bland desert which seemed to expand forever and ever; so far from anything, in fact, that not even the silhouette of Las Noches itself was visible from there – a single hill-top, seemingly made of hardened sandstone and painted by the soft light of the perpetual moon stood high. At its peak, staring off into the distance whilst facing a sheer cliff drop down from the hill, stood a lone man, hollow from his appearance, but more human-like than the others; an Arrancar. His pale fleshed seemed to glow with the moon as though it was glossed. Upon closer inspection however, that proved to simply be an illusion of the light. He had been standing there for hours on end, seeking deep into his mind, searching for the answer of what he was meant to do.
“What is it that I seek?” He thought.
“What is it that I need to feel like I’ve actually accomplished something in this form? I’ve long since fought against my instincts and defeated them every single damnable time. . .” After all, D’gerik Blackheart was a monster who didn’t want to be one. Not anymore at least. And yet, he was not willing to give up the new life he had found.
D’gerik wore the standard cloak it seemed all Arrancar of Las Noches wore; white with black trims on the top as well as the pants. However, D’gerik sported an additional accessory: a pure black shoulder pad which wrapped around his torso on a diagonal with multiple strings connecting to either end, each one decorated in its own multitude of black beads at perfectly symmetrical intervals. Attached to his neck, was a collar of bone, which seemed to only reach halfway. It appeared to form the lower jaw of a serpent – a single fang standing out amongst a row of razor sharp teeth.
D’gerik’s sight never wavered from the distant moon ahead of him, seemingly lost in his thoughts in this perpetual night of solitude. That was, at least, up until D’gerik felt a presence. He knew he was not alone, but at the same time he was far too distracted to point out exactly where the presence was, how powerful it was, or even WHAT it was. He continued with his thoughts, and upon feeling that the presence did not move from its place, being able to only sense the distance between the two, D’gerik finally decided to call out to it.
“Do you plan on standing there all evening . . .? Certainly there must be something better for you to do than watch me stare at the moon for hours on end.”
Word Count (Total): 453 (453)
GP (Total): 9 (9)
OOC: I hope this is enough to work with. This is actually the first thread I start here.