Post by Tristan White on Jun 9, 2016 10:45:30 GMT -5
Gero sat as he normally did staring at the moon, he found that it gave him one of only a few pleasures being able to just watch it linger in the sky amongst the stars with such regality as it shone brighter than all else lighting the pale sands of Hueco Mundo. The night was warm and clammy, not exactly stuff you notice when your a Hollow as the weaker beings spend the majority of their time fleeing from others for fear of losing their lives. He looked outward at the barren land that he was forced to live out his purgatory existence, it was a sobering thought being always alone given the memories he had from his human life but such things were also a curse that he wished on many nights that he did not have.
For the 12 years that he had lived as a human he had been simple minded, impressionable and engulfed in the grandeur of his father and beloved by his mother as all children should be. However it was apparent at too late a time for him to see the weakness and fragility in mankind, the expanse of their mind was limited to 100 years at best and how they would live out that meagre existence striving to make some form of legacy to echo through the ages.
"pitiful little creatures..."
Gero mumbled to himself as he changed the position he was sitting in to place his hands behind him and push the heels of his boots into the sand slightly in front of him. He lifted a pebble from the ground and rolled it in his hands, the warmth was pleasant and reminded him again of his mother. Why should he be granted such memories? Why should he have to carry the burden of the life he had before, to witness the desecration of his mother night after night, was that his curse? His vacant expression became agitated as a snarl crept across his lips presenting white teeth glinting in the moonlight. He gripped the pebble hard grinding it, feeling it shatter in his hand as if it were an egg shell. throwing the dust into the wind he sat back once more and stared at the moon.
"Too much going on right now to, seeing the castle crumble and whatever else is going on... I can feel it out there... Something is coming and I don't know if Hueco Mundo is capable of dealing with this."
He thought to himself unsure of what to do should the Soul Society launch an assault upon Hueco Mundo, there was little point with it being a stinking pile of rubble and the king was no where to be seen so where did that leave the hollows and the Arrancar in times of need? Lying in the shit that's where. Regardless of what would happen the might that may have once been the Espada and the King were now falling much faster than they were being made.
Word Count: 502 ~ GP Earned: 10 GP ~ GP Thread Total: 10GP
For the 12 years that he had lived as a human he had been simple minded, impressionable and engulfed in the grandeur of his father and beloved by his mother as all children should be. However it was apparent at too late a time for him to see the weakness and fragility in mankind, the expanse of their mind was limited to 100 years at best and how they would live out that meagre existence striving to make some form of legacy to echo through the ages.
"pitiful little creatures..."
Gero mumbled to himself as he changed the position he was sitting in to place his hands behind him and push the heels of his boots into the sand slightly in front of him. He lifted a pebble from the ground and rolled it in his hands, the warmth was pleasant and reminded him again of his mother. Why should he be granted such memories? Why should he have to carry the burden of the life he had before, to witness the desecration of his mother night after night, was that his curse? His vacant expression became agitated as a snarl crept across his lips presenting white teeth glinting in the moonlight. He gripped the pebble hard grinding it, feeling it shatter in his hand as if it were an egg shell. throwing the dust into the wind he sat back once more and stared at the moon.
"Too much going on right now to, seeing the castle crumble and whatever else is going on... I can feel it out there... Something is coming and I don't know if Hueco Mundo is capable of dealing with this."
He thought to himself unsure of what to do should the Soul Society launch an assault upon Hueco Mundo, there was little point with it being a stinking pile of rubble and the king was no where to be seen so where did that leave the hollows and the Arrancar in times of need? Lying in the shit that's where. Regardless of what would happen the might that may have once been the Espada and the King were now falling much faster than they were being made.
Word Count: 502 ~ GP Earned: 10 GP ~ GP Thread Total: 10GP