Post by Ai Shirai on Jan 6, 2017 0:28:48 GMT -5
There were only so many ways to fall out of a tree and as Ai lay motionless on the cold sand of the quartz forest she was certain she had almost found them all. Above her skeletal branches of black quartz crisscrossed into a haphazard latticework holding up the desert sands of Hueco Mundo. Yet, the little arrancar’s attention was not directed at any one of the branches but rather a small pinprick of moonlight shining through the canopy of the forest and down onto the ground below.
One more time.
Up she went with a jump here and a shimmy there until about halfway up she made her first mistake, she looked down. Like her previous ill-fated ascents her head swam, legs turned to jelly and for a moment her thin frame swayed dangerously. This time would be different though as she steeled herself with a breath and looked skyward once more; the pinprick of moonlight had since expanded into an Ai sized hole.
Minutes later she hoisted herself onto the surface of Hueco Mundo’s vast desert. Behind her stood the top of a particularly large quartz tree intruding on the world of sand, but beyond that there was nothing save for rolling hills of white. The alien atmosphere sent a shiver down her small spine and prompted her to squint out at the far horizon in search of something, anything.
Is there anyone here?
The thought died only shortly thereafter as over a nearby sand dune came a gray-haired figure clad in black, which sent her heart thumping in the worst kind of way. She knew those clothes all too well; they were the clothes of a shinigami. And shinigami, in her limited experience, had one goal: to dispose of hollows, to dispose of her.
Nearly tripping over herself, Ai did what had come naturally in her prior encounters with the reapers, she ran. Heart beating out of control and chest heaving she made for the only viable form of cover, the opposite side of the quartz tree.
In a matter of moments, her thin frame disappeared from sight and her back pressed up against the tree in a vain attempt to become one with the trunk. If will alone could've erased her from reality it would have; anywhere else was better than where she now found herself. Unfortunately, her attempts to transform into black quartz were for naught, so she opted for the next best thing by pulling herself as far away from the edges of the trunk as she could. Perhaps if she remained completely still the reaper would pass by without incident.
Surely, she hadn’t been seen.
Yes, she was much too fast.
Maybe I should have stayed in the forest…
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Sabitsura Moriya
WC: 456
TWC: 456
Total GP: 9
One more time.
Up she went with a jump here and a shimmy there until about halfway up she made her first mistake, she looked down. Like her previous ill-fated ascents her head swam, legs turned to jelly and for a moment her thin frame swayed dangerously. This time would be different though as she steeled herself with a breath and looked skyward once more; the pinprick of moonlight had since expanded into an Ai sized hole.
Minutes later she hoisted herself onto the surface of Hueco Mundo’s vast desert. Behind her stood the top of a particularly large quartz tree intruding on the world of sand, but beyond that there was nothing save for rolling hills of white. The alien atmosphere sent a shiver down her small spine and prompted her to squint out at the far horizon in search of something, anything.
Is there anyone here?
The thought died only shortly thereafter as over a nearby sand dune came a gray-haired figure clad in black, which sent her heart thumping in the worst kind of way. She knew those clothes all too well; they were the clothes of a shinigami. And shinigami, in her limited experience, had one goal: to dispose of hollows, to dispose of her.
Nearly tripping over herself, Ai did what had come naturally in her prior encounters with the reapers, she ran. Heart beating out of control and chest heaving she made for the only viable form of cover, the opposite side of the quartz tree.
In a matter of moments, her thin frame disappeared from sight and her back pressed up against the tree in a vain attempt to become one with the trunk. If will alone could've erased her from reality it would have; anywhere else was better than where she now found herself. Unfortunately, her attempts to transform into black quartz were for naught, so she opted for the next best thing by pulling herself as far away from the edges of the trunk as she could. Perhaps if she remained completely still the reaper would pass by without incident.
Surely, she hadn’t been seen.
Yes, she was much too fast.
Maybe I should have stayed in the forest…
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Sabitsura Moriya
WC: 456
TWC: 456
Total GP: 9