Blooming Minds [Kita, Sabre]

“Your resilience in the face of adversity is truly admirable, dear thing,” Her clawed fingertips would gently caress the pale features of her latest subject’s face, the male arrancar’s features frozen in a scream as all ability to scream had left them half an hour ago, the lower half of their body flayed into gruesome segments, as if a flower had been carefully snipped out of the paper canvas that was his flesh, the blush of blood beneath him a trickle of crimson veins painting the humid forest’s floor.

“It is quite unfortunate,” Another squelch of her Zanpakuto creating yet another subdivision from his thigh down to his calf could be heard, only a gurgle in response, “That you are lesser than pig droppings.”

This gruesome scene was plenty accessible for any who felt her spiritual pressure to approach; the only thing nearby was a small settlement that would either be none more aware, or too frightened to come investigate.

Nonetheless, he was making for a splendid piece of inspiration…

That expression of soft satisfaction dropped as she heard a familiar voice, gaze rising to meet the snowy arrancar’s own. Her lip curled, just a bit, as she’d cant her head to the side. Nothing of what she was doing here was savage, not in her own eyes.

“Savage?” Her biting tone would reply, eerily calm as she would look briefly to the agonized creature at her feet, before clicking her teeth and taking three steps away from the body - not out of obedience, but rather disdain, offense even.

“I am no savage here. Let alone your kit to command, insisting I am operating on a failure of judgement.”

Her gaze sharpened with what she perceived as the continued insistence of her ignorance and sloppiness. This one always read as a strange member of their kind, but she was only now realizing her arrogance, as if she were the one to be deciding what was and was not a ‘disturbance’. Did she think the entirety of the realms were her playground? If not for her cooled attitude the last several months, she would have lunged at her; she was far more inclined to words than claws and teeth.

“Quite the bold move, to be gifting health unto such an undeserving party,” Her teeth bared, lips curled in cooled frustrated, “Parading about as if you know it all, when you are mending the kind you supposedly loathe so much. You have not even a grasp of the situation before casting judgement…”

She almost wanted to laugh with how bitterly ironic it all was, “This one was inches away from raping and pillaging that very dwelling. His first victim was to be a young woman. I am certain that would be quite more in your awfully grandstanding definition of, ‘unwanted attention’. Then again, I suppose you have painted yourself to be steward of the three realms, lord over all who decide to cast 'unwanted attention' about. Quite the stress to load, but it is your decision at the end of the world, O'wise one.”

Shockingly, her tone was dripping with sarcasm despite how tepid her delivery was.

“Oho, and I thought I was the unrepentant beast standing here. Do you imply I wish to continue this altercation with something that may fall under your so called, ‘unwanted attention’?”

A brow risen, eyes narrowed as she placed hands on her hips, glaring daggers at the arrancar she lifted, “Tch, I would not offer the labor of saving that one. Even hours into his beautiful torment he cursed foul things unto me. Some souls simply cannot be salvaged. You may as well put him out of his misery if you so wish to give such a foul thing kindness. Clearly, you are the better knowing one here."