Welcome To The Jungle[Alvah, Amaranta]

These sands never change. A conclusion he despised, but one nonetheless. The only enjoyment to find in this great expanse are its inhabitants that vary from lithe to extreme in shape, size, and personality. However, his kind is sparse at best. He could walks for days and never meet another soul, but it did allow for grand introspection. Ability straining and physical therapy, as he called it, were simple ways to bide time and attract possible entertainment. A good conversation is nice every now and then, but most occupants of the grand desert speak through violence than with poetry.

But that, in of itself, is considered a work of art.

Though, with all adventures, one does eventually find something worth investigating. A lone signature in the distance that slowly evolved into a stadium of sorts, caught his eye. With even steps, his approach was lame as whispers of another finally became visible. A lone woman, working to create something that he has no recollection of. His memories were always hazy, his days before an Arrancar nothing but shattered memories and dreams. Still, he did not pause his approach despite warnings dictating that he may find an opponent of this woman. Curiosity did kill the cat after all, and he is prone to slouch at times.

"There exists enough competition without my further advocation," He mumbled, placing a hand under his chin as his examination of his environment continued.

The structuring of this arena proved barbaric, obviously designed in a way that allows for easy restructuring if anything were destroyed. He thought that approach intelligent despite how bland the final result would appear. Hollow are disastrous forces. Too much investment into appearances is fatal. However, she'd find no need to raise her fists against him, nor to rebuild after his visitation ends. Despite his capability, he lacks a violent will, for now.

"Tell me why build in these deserts when the end result is demolition?"

Surely she knows their kind cannot be trusted to uphold their environment, especially in the heat of battle. Eyes of curiosity focused on the bronze female, his pale yellow irises nothing but inquiring.

"I find my time taken up by meeting new individuals, much like yourself," He replied.

Though, even he must admit that there exists a rare diversity among their kind. Due to their nature as mindless beasts, it is common to run into those who all want the same thing: a meal. Finding the few that search for other means of fulfillment is always exciting.

In other words, he is bored of Hueco Mundo.

"I sense a strong want for battle within you though. So much just to sate a simple need, for fun? Interesting."

He walked closer, taking a skull from her pile. He kept his left arm hidden behind his robes while doing so though.

"I've met a few who want nothing more than a peaceful life. The appeal of endless battle is not for everyone, myself included."

She had eyed him, her gaze as sharp as a cats. However, a cat analogy isn't as cunning when the bronze woman sported cat ears. Still, it is in her nature to prod and test the unknown. He wonders if that same nature pushes her to confront whatever she finds interesting, and if that same nature has her battling whatever comes her way. However, his questions are best left for when he has his time to ask.

"My name is Alvah, and I am not allergic to combat. I simply enjoy literature more. Weaving a story from beginning to end is satisfying, would you agree?"

"You seem one who has experienced a bit, but you're ideology about our kind remains outdated. I am sure you have met plenty who lack the bloodthirst that drives you without realizing."

However, confronting her awareness is not the main point of their conversation, in hindsight. He had come to sate his curiosity, and he had. Everything afterwards is comparable to dessert. With that in mind, he stepped away from her to an array of skulls and picked one up. Feigning interest in it, he found the object satisfactory in enhancing his morbid emo vibe.

"My story is plain like these empty sands. It is people like you who fill it with color."