Post by A.H on Nov 24, 2016 19:38:44 GMT -5
Rule of the wilderness: Always find a shelter that has two escape exits. It had been days since the Hunter from Las Noches has been actively prowling the streets of Karakura and now, it finally started to consider hunkering down and recuperate. The air in the earth has become rather heavy, dirty than it used to remember. The stench of Cordite, blood and the foul putrid stench of flesh were unmistakable but, this air. It felt polluted, if A.H would describe it in liquid form, it would be drinking out of a cloudy water. Although it had little need to breathe, but the sense of smell is a valuable sense to dismiss. It discovered the large house, more like a mansion, something that’s fit for lord or even a king, but it looks as if it has been abandoned. It couldn’t hear any noises or see any activities from residents for some time now.
And so, it has concluded: This mansion shall belong to A.H, the Arrancar who seeks home. No wall shall deny its passage; no lock shall bar its mild desperate need to rest. Letting the rifle hang in front of it, with just a strap coiled around its padded torso that stopping the weapon from falling, it began to unfurl the padded gloves, slipping them away like a Cinderella’s glass shoes: looks uncomfortable, but easy to slip from its grasp if it wills it. Its naked hand reveals a feminine touch, without touching the lock, the handle bends and the door part, granting it access with little contest.
They don’t make them like they used to, was its thought as it began to unlatch the metal helmet. What sort of people who would want to lock themselves away from the rest of the world?
A.H runs the habit of drumming the naked fingers against the edges of the cold helmet before pushing it away. It loves the shelter it provides, but at times, the pale skin does need to breathe! With the red eye scouting the area, even in pitch black its vision is still powerful enough to make out the room. It tossed the helmet aside as it reaches the large living room, allowing it to crash onto the sofa with little as much as a soft thud. Then it’s the heavily padded coat that began to untie and unbuckle. The weather in Karakura has been dreary, with rain suddenly lashing out of nowhere like a Diamond Cutter from the fabled wrestler, DDP. The coat has gained some considerable weight that’s difficult to discard. The roughness of the coat has made it tricky for her arm to slip out of it, even it felt uncomfortable with the overbearing weight and the fur tracing against her skin.
Plop! Squelch! The sound of its coat just flatted out onto the marbled floor, spilling out excess rain water and its timid, athletic feminine curves of her form takes shape. The pale skin was littered with scars and even a rope burn mark around its neck. Its breasts small, but plump enough to cop a handful - A.H has a form of a woman. Even in topless, it still kept its rifle close, slung over its shoulder, ready when it needed to be but it is convinced that no one is in the mansion.
It was a long walk from where the coat lies to the kitchen; it began to raid the fridge, trying to seek out any familiar food to consume. The real question is this:
Can it even eat earthly food, if yes? Does it still hold taste? Answer must be explored...unless the house lack foods.
[spoiler:] 614 | 614 [/spoiler]
And so, it has concluded: This mansion shall belong to A.H, the Arrancar who seeks home. No wall shall deny its passage; no lock shall bar its mild desperate need to rest. Letting the rifle hang in front of it, with just a strap coiled around its padded torso that stopping the weapon from falling, it began to unfurl the padded gloves, slipping them away like a Cinderella’s glass shoes: looks uncomfortable, but easy to slip from its grasp if it wills it. Its naked hand reveals a feminine touch, without touching the lock, the handle bends and the door part, granting it access with little contest.
They don’t make them like they used to, was its thought as it began to unlatch the metal helmet. What sort of people who would want to lock themselves away from the rest of the world?
A.H runs the habit of drumming the naked fingers against the edges of the cold helmet before pushing it away. It loves the shelter it provides, but at times, the pale skin does need to breathe! With the red eye scouting the area, even in pitch black its vision is still powerful enough to make out the room. It tossed the helmet aside as it reaches the large living room, allowing it to crash onto the sofa with little as much as a soft thud. Then it’s the heavily padded coat that began to untie and unbuckle. The weather in Karakura has been dreary, with rain suddenly lashing out of nowhere like a Diamond Cutter from the fabled wrestler, DDP. The coat has gained some considerable weight that’s difficult to discard. The roughness of the coat has made it tricky for her arm to slip out of it, even it felt uncomfortable with the overbearing weight and the fur tracing against her skin.
Plop! Squelch! The sound of its coat just flatted out onto the marbled floor, spilling out excess rain water and its timid, athletic feminine curves of her form takes shape. The pale skin was littered with scars and even a rope burn mark around its neck. Its breasts small, but plump enough to cop a handful - A.H has a form of a woman. Even in topless, it still kept its rifle close, slung over its shoulder, ready when it needed to be but it is convinced that no one is in the mansion.
It was a long walk from where the coat lies to the kitchen; it began to raid the fridge, trying to seek out any familiar food to consume. The real question is this:
Can it even eat earthly food, if yes? Does it still hold taste? Answer must be explored...unless the house lack foods.
[spoiler:] 614 | 614 [/spoiler]