Post by Dew on Feb 7, 2017 13:43:40 GMT -5
This was a bad idea.
Not a poorly thought out idea. Not one where she had failed to think of every necessary precaution that needed to be taken. Not an idea where she was doing it out of some sense of self importance. Some idea that she could change things on her own. It was just a bad idea. An evil idea that should have been strangled in its crib and then buried as deep as the earth would go before erupting into hell-fire.
And yet, two cold blue eyes stared up at the crescent moon of Hueco Mundo passively. She'd forgotten just how quiet this place could be at times. No wind, no animals. Just the shifting and falling of sand beneath her feet as she trudged on to the carcass that had once been a grand palace. "So you can break your own stuff. Good to know." She chuckled a little, then opened her mouth, both her mouths, wide to take another large bite out of the meat clinging to the bone in her left hand. The previous owner of the flesh had not been so eager to be rid of it as the fading pink color in the hems of her pants and coat could attest.
She wished it had been less satisfying to watch the equestrian adjuchas twitch and jitter under her blade packed with deadly but invisible power. Mostly invisible. A few sparks tried to escape into the open air. Alex would work on her control at some other time. Walking and eating were at the forefront of her thoughts. They had to be, or she would continue to think on how horrible an idea this was. How before, when she'd come as a hostage, she'd learned nothing. And then again, as a human more accepting of some hollow tendencies, very little. To take this to he logical extreme was not something she would dream of confiding in her peers.
The bump of her foot against something solid stopped the woman, and she looked up to see one of the walls of Las Noches before her. How long had she been walking? How fast? She looked down at her meal and found that the meat had been reduced to bone. And that the bone had been reduced to a nub within her grip. The last few bites had been a little crunchy after all. Alex rolled her eyes at how easily her mindlessness had worked and threw the bone aside. It was time to make her grand entrance after all. Well, less grand. Really she was just serving the part of royal announcer for herself so that if someone tried to jump her it would at least be a fair fight.
Or, if she encountered one of those rare, reasonable arrancar, it would be a pleasant chat with someone who wouldn't register to her senses as prey she was failing to consume to spite her stomach.
It was not a challenge, the rolling waves of her reiatsu. Just a greeting, a warning. A declaration that she was here and had no qualms with others knowing she was here even as she quietly strolled through a yet still damaged section of wall. Just another arrancar. One with coal black hair, icy blue eyes, white clothing, and dull black battleaxes hanging from her hips. An arrancar with a widely grinning visage for a mask with fangs and tusks alike jutting out from below and above the ends of her grin, respectively.
She almost hoped no one would approach and that she could complete her snooping in peace.
Word Count: 600
Not a poorly thought out idea. Not one where she had failed to think of every necessary precaution that needed to be taken. Not an idea where she was doing it out of some sense of self importance. Some idea that she could change things on her own. It was just a bad idea. An evil idea that should have been strangled in its crib and then buried as deep as the earth would go before erupting into hell-fire.
And yet, two cold blue eyes stared up at the crescent moon of Hueco Mundo passively. She'd forgotten just how quiet this place could be at times. No wind, no animals. Just the shifting and falling of sand beneath her feet as she trudged on to the carcass that had once been a grand palace. "So you can break your own stuff. Good to know." She chuckled a little, then opened her mouth, both her mouths, wide to take another large bite out of the meat clinging to the bone in her left hand. The previous owner of the flesh had not been so eager to be rid of it as the fading pink color in the hems of her pants and coat could attest.
She wished it had been less satisfying to watch the equestrian adjuchas twitch and jitter under her blade packed with deadly but invisible power. Mostly invisible. A few sparks tried to escape into the open air. Alex would work on her control at some other time. Walking and eating were at the forefront of her thoughts. They had to be, or she would continue to think on how horrible an idea this was. How before, when she'd come as a hostage, she'd learned nothing. And then again, as a human more accepting of some hollow tendencies, very little. To take this to he logical extreme was not something she would dream of confiding in her peers.
The bump of her foot against something solid stopped the woman, and she looked up to see one of the walls of Las Noches before her. How long had she been walking? How fast? She looked down at her meal and found that the meat had been reduced to bone. And that the bone had been reduced to a nub within her grip. The last few bites had been a little crunchy after all. Alex rolled her eyes at how easily her mindlessness had worked and threw the bone aside. It was time to make her grand entrance after all. Well, less grand. Really she was just serving the part of royal announcer for herself so that if someone tried to jump her it would at least be a fair fight.
Or, if she encountered one of those rare, reasonable arrancar, it would be a pleasant chat with someone who wouldn't register to her senses as prey she was failing to consume to spite her stomach.
It was not a challenge, the rolling waves of her reiatsu. Just a greeting, a warning. A declaration that she was here and had no qualms with others knowing she was here even as she quietly strolled through a yet still damaged section of wall. Just another arrancar. One with coal black hair, icy blue eyes, white clothing, and dull black battleaxes hanging from her hips. An arrancar with a widely grinning visage for a mask with fangs and tusks alike jutting out from below and above the ends of her grin, respectively.
She almost hoped no one would approach and that she could complete her snooping in peace.
Word Count: 600
