Another day in hell.

Dellapero Grance had been walking silently along the hollow-filled forest of Menos that had been his home for the recent generation. Each day had been a dull hell just as it always was since his days as a gillian. It had been a long time since then. Over two thousand years since he first came here. The entire area was familiar to him now. Every mile of it. His thoughts passed through his mind like a bullet-train passed the tracks of history. So, here he was.

Dellapero was an adjuhas-class arrancar. A exceptionally strong one at that matching the power of most Vasto Lordes class arrancars. Though, this was mainly because of his powers. His power was of raw physical power making him a power-house like build. Dellapero had excelled in several arts of combat as well as strategic tactics. He was unaware of any events going on upon the surface as he hadn't returned their for over a millennia. He only stayed in the forest in his eternal solitude with the countless everyday fights of miscellaneous hollows pestering him hourly.

Dellapero stands at a height of 6'5 with a Mesomorhp build. This is shown by his abnormally large muscle mass that is visible along his chest and stomach. Dellapero has a tan, caucasian skin-tone, black hair that covers the entire top of his head as well as even reaching down over the back of his neck and forehead. Dellapero has eyes as black as the darkest midnight and commonly has a very calm, almost to the point of being emotionless, facial expression. He only would show a different expression in a rare case. Dellapero's attire consists of a black leather jacket that covers his entire back, the bottom-back of his neck, and 25% of the sides of his stomach and chest. As well as black pants that go down to his ankles. At the center of his right-hand, the inscription of his his number is shown in a blood-like red color. Dellapero's hollow mask fragment consists of white hollow mask covering a 1 inch radius around his left-eye. The mask material appears to be smooth, and isn't that thick compared to other fragments. His hollow hole is at the center of his back and stomach, allowing one to see the inside of a portion of the jacket through the stomach.

At the moment, his right-hand was covered in the blood of another adjuhas class hollow that had annoyed him only moments ago. Dellapero had sent a rather quick jab at the creatures heart and impaled it straight through, causing instant death to the annoyance. In consequence, the damn thing's insides had coated his skin. Though, he didn't care much.

Dellapero Grance was originally a Espada serving long ago back under the reign of Barragan. The arrancar was one of the very few people he actually respected and thought had a reason for existing. But later, when the one known as Aizen had emerged, Dellapero was very displeased with the case and left for his own ambitions in search for ways to improve his power. As for earlier he had been a obsolete arrancar. By now, Dellapero had raised his power considerably since those many years ago. Though, he never did return to the surface yet. Maybe it was about time he did? No, not yet. When the time comes there would be a sign. '

Dellapero was the aspect of solitude, but did have a small belief in the ideal called fate/ Fate being the theory of events being predetermined by some all powerful god and that things could never be changed from what they were planned to be. Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn't. It was one of the many questions that had no answer.
There were many questions in this fable existence known as life. There are known answers, Then there are unknown answers. And there are also the unknown unknown. A rare thing where we don't even know what it is we don't know. These things would always be answered in time, but the question was how much time? Even god-like beings such as arrancar and shinigami only live so long.

Dellapero Grance abruptly stopped his slow walk upon reaching the connecting point between the Menos Forest and the Hueco Mundo desert, It was a somewhat large, but empty cave filled with dozens upon dozens of quartz trees. Each was very variant in size, ranging from a few feet to all the way to the desert. It was odd how the trees were so different from each other, yet always the same. They always stay the same shape, color, and derailment, but yet always appear to be in over a million different sizes. Such was a weird event, as was this entire world itself

Dellapero looked around with his common emotionless glance. He scanned the emptiness of the cave and saw the gateway that lead up to the land above. Deciding to just stay here in wait for the sign he had thought of in his infinitely dense cycle of his mind. He merely slouched down next to a 4 foot high smooth rock and laid his back against it in the silence. Dellapero just sat there for awhile to see if anything would happen. The only actual thing happening at the time was a occasional scream or roar from the thousands upon thousands upon millions of hollows fighting in a struggle for survival. Such was the fate of all hollows. As Dellapero would say in his mind, only the strongest will survive in this pathetic economy, if it could even be called such.

The distinct smell of death and decay spread across the forest, Hollow battled hollow one killing off the other in an epic struggle. Shoku was amoung them. for centuries he was known as the demon of these parts. Shinigami and hollows alike have entered the forest and never returned. His feral behavior and combat instincts have allowed him to evolve and survive into the arrancar hes become today.

From behind Dellapero dozens of trees could be heard snapping a bearly noticable blip on his minds radar, followed by several more noticable hollow signatures following it. The shadowly figure burst past him and landed in the clearing with several other hollows surrounding him.

The hollow in the center wasa quite large standing 8 ft in hight for somone this size his rietsu was way to small and it explains why these hollow where hunting him. The hollow where raptor like and acted like it jumping at Shoku and biting for the neck.

Chishio was mediating deep within the forest when he sense, several things occuring around him. He opened his eyes giving a dull stare in the sky. He stood up and grabbed his sword and within that instant he disappeared. He appeared on the outskirts of where Shoku was fighting several hollows. Chishio looked down and the person sensing he was stronger, however there was also someone else near by, near the exit of the forest.

Chishio thought to himself for a moment. He looked down at the hollow fighting Shoku and then decided to not get involved...letting the indivisual fight for themselves. He walked on forward towards Dellapero. As he walked he was undisturned by Hollow...he didnt fight however they could feel his strength. He walked closer to the exit of the Forest of Menos when he came across Dellapero.

He was silent at first, just analzing the man. To be quite honest, Chishio wasnt well good at speaking with others so he just stood there for a moment, gazing at Dellapero dully.

Dellapero Grance continued to slouch back against the smooth surface of the rock behind him with his common emotionless expression that one would put into words as the "leave me the fuck alone" face. Though that was just an inplyed phrase that most normally wouldn't get from a expression alone. At that time he heard a brawl of hollows draw near as well as the spiritual pressure of two arrancar, both relatively weaker then himself, but not that weak either. As the former Primera, not many people were more powerful then himself, but that of course could have changed as well. he had been stuck in this forest for over a milenia. For all he knew the weakest being on the surface could be as powerful as Barragan used to be.

Dellapero Grance merely stared bordly as the first of the two arrancar appeared while engaged in heated combat with a group of miscellanious hollows. The hollows ranged in class from demi to gillian, but all of them were still weak. The adjuhas he had murdered only minutes ago could probibly take on all of those hollows. Oh well, not like it really mattered to him much. That is when the second praticipant showed on the scene. As expected, he had the same power as the other arrancar. Dellapero Grance just watched the fight between weaklings, not bothering to speak yet as he was choosing to examin the specimens first before doing anything,

Dellapero had several choices to do at the moment. For one he could simply kill them.Two, he had his own plans at the moment they could...help with...somewhat atleast. That would be determined later though. For now, he just continued his trail of thought. Dellapero was a person who always wanted to choose the best action for the current scenario so that it was with his best benifit. If these two were two weak to even be of any help then there was no need to let them live as their existence would be pointless.

Dellapero Grance had most of his spiritual energy sealed up at the time as well. He didn't really need to, but letting those know of your true power before combat was a foolish thing to do in his book. His ideale for the current moment would likely take quite a long span of time to accomplish. After all, not only was he out-numbered with his idea, but he was lacking in knowledge of the surface as well. He doubted many people from the first Espada were even alive by this point in time. By now, Dellapero was over two milenia old in age. He had become an arrancar a milenia and a hal agio, or 1500 years.

Dellapero Grance glanced briefly at each of the two individuals who were around the area and just silently watched the encounter between the overly-large arrancar and the hord of hollows. If the arrancar had even a bit of trouble with such low class hollows, the answer tohis previous thought would already be answered. If it had been already answered, his choice would have already been made. If so, that would be minus one. If not, plus one. However, only the event itself would tell as it unfolded in the chain of fate. Most couldn't see the future, neither could Dellapero/ So, the oly thing to do was continue sitting back and enjoy the show.

The first of the raptor like hollow leaped forward, it seemed as if the arrancar would quickly be snuffed out like most life here in the forest of menos. Just when the raptor hollow got close enough a massive hand stretched out and caught the hollows skull. Suddenly across the forest a dead silence occurred as if all creatures perceived a storm just before it arrived. Within an instant a shockwave blasted the forest with an evil wind. The arrancar's spiritual pressure just suddenly burst free as if someone turned on a light. This beings spiritual pressure began rising steadily and quickly. He quickly dwarfed, the level of power a Gillian could muster as he began crushing the skull of the hollow in his grasp. His outward appearance didn't change much aside from discarding the cloth he had draped over him but with this black rietsu coursing over him it could be seen that he was well toned and had a body that was above peak physical condition. As his power steadily rose it seemed as if it had no roof, until The arrancar broke off the release of power and crushed the skull to fragments. The remaining pack of raptor hollow began to cower at the sight of one of their own crushed to dust. This arrancar seemed to go into a blind rage. The more these hollow tried to flee the more he pursued them nailing one after the other with bare fists their bodies crumbled. The remaining two escaped into the woods but not before the arrancar reared back his palm and unleashed a cone shaped cero that wiped out both the hollows and a small section of forest. The arrancar turned in the direction of Dellapero and walked towards him knocking down trees in his path.

Chishio was very careful as he avoided the fight. He just watched as the other arrancar began to fight with his former brother. He narrowed his eyes, just dulling watching the fight. His hands was in his pockets as he watched the hollow fight. He could sense the spiritual energy in one of the arrancars building and then he noticed the explosion of energy. He stood still as the winds picked up and blew around him. He raised his right hand from inside his pocket and brushed aside his hair. His hand then went back into his pocket and he watched as the arrancar destroyed the hollow. Chishio then sensed something else and he noticed a stray Hollow had moved away from the fighting with the arrancar and was charging towards him. The attack made sense, Chishio's reaitsu was seriously surpressed, making him look like he was strong as the average Hollow. The hollow charged towards Chishio and raised one of its claws attempting to slice the man in two. Chishio narrowed his eyes and dodged the attack effortlessly. The hollow began to chase him down and Chishio kept leaping backwards, continuously dodging the attacks. Chishio eventually lost patience and went on the offensive. He dodged backwards once more and then leaped forward and did a horizontal slicing kick, cutting the hollow in half. However even seperated, the Hollow was still alive...however it didnt have much time left. Chishio appeared behind the hollow, grabbing its arms and placing his foot on its back. He started lifting them upwards until he broke the Hollows arms off. The beast died and Chishio made his way back to Dellapero. As he did so he clapped his hands together, cleaning them before putting them back in his pocket. He had defeated an Adjuhas ranked hollow, effortlessly, without releasing any of his power. He looked back at Dellapero...not knowing what to say just yet. He also noticed the other arrancar making his way towards the group.

Dellapero just continued to watch the battle bordly as the arrancar began to unvail the true extent of it's power. It wasn;t really that imppressive though still. Maybe at the level of a Vice captain. About the same as one of the Espada's fraccion probably. Though, would fraccion level combatants be of any use to himself? Maybe, maybe not. Guess he could use them as decoys....pawns.....tools. Whatever one would call the weakest members of their force. Though, he wouldn't tell them that as telling servants such wouldn't exactly make them stay a servant.

Dellapero Grance pushed his feet against the rock ground and stood up just as the other arrancar entered combat with a seemingly weak adjuhas class hollow. The one he had killed earlier had been a much more powerful one, about twice the size,speed, and three times the strength. The arrancar was defeating it rather easily, but still, the one's he had in mind for killing made these adjuhas look like lowly demi-hollows.

Dellapero Grance noticed the two arrancar looking at him now, one being completely silent, the other walking loud-rampage like steps that knocked the quarts trees down around him. It was obvious that this one was a brute type. A physical tank of strength and endurance, but his speed looked like it was rather low. The other arrancar, however, was the opposite. It had rather decent speed, but only average strength and endurance. Dellapero was the true defintion of a physical combatant. His skill in things like cero and pesquisa were below average at best, but he highly excelled in speed, strength, hierro, and hakudo, also known as hand-to-hand combat skill.

Dellapero Grance parted his lips as his vocal cords vibrated producing soundwaves that would be emitted through the air-currents toward the two in his casual cold and emotionless tone that one would expect to hear from a demon. Demons were actualy similer to arrancars in several ways, but were different in key-points, so just a similer voice wouldn't realy be much of a surprise. Or atleast it shouldn't have been. "Just what exactly do you two want?"

It was a rather simple question. The two were here , so Dellapero simply had asked their reasoning for such. It wasn't a very odd question, so a answer would be expected, though such may not always be the case in these scenarios. Dellapero knew not of the two arrancar's personalties or motives, so the assumptions of the average being didn't really come into effect.For all he knew as of now, the two could be in league with who he wants to bring a swift end.

(occ:sorry kinda short but 2/2 ^_^)
Shoku truched his way towards regaining his composure and graduly suppressing his spiritual pressure back to unnoticable levels. The now calm cool and collective Shoku came beside the two arrancar and spoke.

"I sopose las noches sent both of you" He said in a stern fearless voice.

"Sent you to cage me again"

becoming a bit unnerved Shoku clenched his fists and began to speak with an increasing fury in his tone.

"I will not be caged again!" he shouted, as he stepped into the arrancar in leathers face staring down at him, he noticed no quiver or as if he hadn't even been paying attention to shoku's rant. This only furthered Shoku's frustration as he reached for the hilt of his blade, that sat so securly in his waistband indeed a threatening action.

Chishio listened to one of the arrancar speak..asking what he wanted. It was a very interesting question because Chishio didnt particularly want anything. He just sensed the presence of these two and wanted to know why the Forest of Menos had to arrancar in it. Chishio had spend decades...as a matter of fact centuries down here and although arrancar came every now and then, something just drew him to coming to see what these two were doing.

Chishio then turned his head dully looking at the other arrancar who didnt seem as composed as Dellapero after he started speaking. Chishio didnt seem afraid of either of them...and he didnt look interested in the slightest bit. First he looked at Shoku. "I wasnt sent by Las Noches...I do not serve anyone or anything there as they are beneath me...So calm yourself down", Chishio said. He voice was strange...it seemed cold however t was something different. He showed no emotion..it was dull, calm however sounded piercing.

"As for why I am here...there is no particular reason...I've been in the Forest of Menos for quite some time and was just curious as to why others had come here. But I see that theres no significant reason for why you are both here as of yet...", he then said in the same manner.

Dellapero looked at the rather large arrancar walking toward him and heard what the man asked. It was a question, just as what he had asked, however his question wasn't answered by the gargantuin being. However, the other arrancar had answered, in terms the one had no reason aside that of curiosity. This was most annoying. Dellapero prefered being alone at most times, as was the trait of his aspect of passing, solitude.

Dellapero then saw the rather large arrancar yell and begin to start an attack, though it was slow and easy to block. Deciding to teach the ignorant one his place, he retorted accordingly as what one would expect from a espada, though, not many knew of him being an espada since he hadn't shown his number nor spoke of it. Not even the current espada knew of his previous rank since he had been down in this hell for over a milenia.

Dellapero moved his hand in way of the kick and opened his palm and proceeded to try and catch the attack from the massiv arrancar before the man's foot would even come with-in six inchs of his face. Following up, Dellapero would attempt to lift the arrancar upward by the leg into the air above, Even with the arrancar being of such size and weight, Dellapero was extremely talented in every physical art of strength,speed,endurance,and finese. If this was successful, Dellapero would pull his arm back while trying to pull the arrancar with it, then thrust it forward whilest simultaniously releasing his grip to attempt a throw of the arrancar's entire body at the east wall of the cave.

Dellapero then parted his lips and spoke again in his common emotionless tone of voice that he had always used for speaking except for in rare occasions. "I am here only because I choose to be. I haven't been in Las Nochas in over a thousand years. I am here becaue I live here. Of course, my power is always hidden, so not to attract the attention of the current espada...I myself was the former Primera Espada back during the reign of the true espada leader called Barragan. I left when that dumbfuck Aizen toke control. I am unaware of who the current leader is as well. "

Dellapero Grance spoke the truth of every word he spoke. He not only hated Aizen, he wanted him dead, though he lacks knowledge of if it has happened yet. He truely had been one of great power back then, but now he doesn't know of what he would be in comparison to the new generation. He has been an arrancar for over two thousand years. One of the few naturally made arrancar as well. He had to work his way to power, unlike the weaklings who had become it from the use of the hogyoku