Post by Tristan White on Jun 10, 2016 7:19:01 GMT -5
He could feel the gentle warmth of the sand upon his back, the arrancar was laid down with his hands placed behind his head cushioning him to rest his eyes for a short time. He had taken refuge in a cave to take some small relief from the storm which had bellowed its way into the wastelands of Hueco Mundo, the cave was relatively large with a few breaks of light bathing the chasm with spotlights of pale moonlight. All in all it was a somewhat pleasant cave, as pleasant as a cave can be but for the residents of the devil's asshole a nice cave is as luxurious as a five star hotel to some. Gero had placed his sword on his chest and lay there listening to the destruction being wrought outside whilst he stayed pleasantly warm in his hold-up with thoughts of his past running through his mind like a 1920's film reel; videos of his mother smiling at him, laughing with one another and then of course seeing her pinned to the wall of the inn with her head dangling like rag doll.
With that his eyes snapped open once more "Fucking nightmares..." He growled to himself as he shuffled himself to now be sitting slightly upright with his back against the wall of the cave, his black jacket covered slightly by the soft sand, his blood red hair shook as he got rid of the sand that had covered him to stare outwards towards the entrance keeping a close eye on who may enter for in this wretched place anyone could be your new best friend or someone who would want to use you as a toothpick. It was a bitter reality of this place that only the strong survive and Gero had done a sterling job so far (not without having the occasional mishap and scar to prove it) of keeping himself in one piece with being diligent. He had taken into account the location and the benefits that it provided, small holes in the cave held the opportunity to hide himself in should he need to as well as a rear exit to scurry through adding to Gero's name for the place... "the devil's asshole.
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With that his eyes snapped open once more "Fucking nightmares..." He growled to himself as he shuffled himself to now be sitting slightly upright with his back against the wall of the cave, his black jacket covered slightly by the soft sand, his blood red hair shook as he got rid of the sand that had covered him to stare outwards towards the entrance keeping a close eye on who may enter for in this wretched place anyone could be your new best friend or someone who would want to use you as a toothpick. It was a bitter reality of this place that only the strong survive and Gero had done a sterling job so far (not without having the occasional mishap and scar to prove it) of keeping himself in one piece with being diligent. He had taken into account the location and the benefits that it provided, small holes in the cave held the opportunity to hide himself in should he need to as well as a rear exit to scurry through adding to Gero's name for the place... "the devil's asshole.
Words: 372 ~ GP for post: 7 ~ GP total for thread: 7GP