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The Best Way to Know Someone is...
Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:45 pm
The sky was, as usual, a streak of black. An inkly splatter of clouds traversed the sky, blown by winds that didn't exist on the sands below. A single arrancar child looked up to the sky, his expression unreadable. His sleeve covered hands reached up and cupped the moon between them. Like this, it seemed as if he could pull the moon down and take a nibble. He wondered what it would taste like. A grin cut into his face then, teeth reflecting off the light.
Desalmado was wandering the sands of the place from where he had lived most of his life. Still, he had not found even an eighth of this world. His silver eyes scanned the landscape. It was, in a way, beautiful. The sands reflected off the moon's light, appearing like freshly fallen snow. The dunes were interrupted only by the occasional rock and crystral tree, which held its own kind of beauty. He had once seen a garden made of sand and rocks. The caretaker would brush the sand into patterns. Hueco mundo to him seemed like one big garden of sand.
There was no brush to this garden. The only that that carved it were the footsteps of those who lived there. Footsteps that could've existed for hundreds if not thousands of years. Many of the creatures that have made them have long disappeared, either consumed by their own or cut down by shinigami blade. A few have even been annihilated altogether with arrows of quincy. All that remained of their existence, regardless, were their footsteps in the sand. Desalmado too would one day disappear, and the only thing that would be proof that he had ever existed would be the sand he walked on.
Still, he did not think of such grim futures. Desalmado was currently enjoying himself, following the footsteps of some large hollow long gone. A single toe of the foot was longer than his arm. It must've been massive. Or not. Des was as pretty small arrancar. He hopped here and there, enjoying himself and following the tracks. He made up a story for the tracks of a hollow that might have been. A large dinosaur hollow, with a huge tail and giant teeth. Stomping the sands, seeking prey, letting loose wild roars.
Desalmado himself began to act it out, making big steps and stomping the sand. He roared into the night, quiet and squeaky. It was far from intimidating, but it was fun to play pretend. A little lizard crept up from the sands and onto a rock, silent. Desalmado began to creep. There was a static sound and with a shriek, the lizard had disappeared. It now wiggled in Des's mouth, struggling for it's life. He bit down without hesitation, killing it and proceeding to consume its flesh.
It was then he looked up, lizard hanging out of his mouth. There was something here...
Desalmado was wandering the sands of the place from where he had lived most of his life. Still, he had not found even an eighth of this world. His silver eyes scanned the landscape. It was, in a way, beautiful. The sands reflected off the moon's light, appearing like freshly fallen snow. The dunes were interrupted only by the occasional rock and crystral tree, which held its own kind of beauty. He had once seen a garden made of sand and rocks. The caretaker would brush the sand into patterns. Hueco mundo to him seemed like one big garden of sand.
There was no brush to this garden. The only that that carved it were the footsteps of those who lived there. Footsteps that could've existed for hundreds if not thousands of years. Many of the creatures that have made them have long disappeared, either consumed by their own or cut down by shinigami blade. A few have even been annihilated altogether with arrows of quincy. All that remained of their existence, regardless, were their footsteps in the sand. Desalmado too would one day disappear, and the only thing that would be proof that he had ever existed would be the sand he walked on.
Still, he did not think of such grim futures. Desalmado was currently enjoying himself, following the footsteps of some large hollow long gone. A single toe of the foot was longer than his arm. It must've been massive. Or not. Des was as pretty small arrancar. He hopped here and there, enjoying himself and following the tracks. He made up a story for the tracks of a hollow that might have been. A large dinosaur hollow, with a huge tail and giant teeth. Stomping the sands, seeking prey, letting loose wild roars.
Desalmado himself began to act it out, making big steps and stomping the sand. He roared into the night, quiet and squeaky. It was far from intimidating, but it was fun to play pretend. A little lizard crept up from the sands and onto a rock, silent. Desalmado began to creep. There was a static sound and with a shriek, the lizard had disappeared. It now wiggled in Des's mouth, struggling for it's life. He bit down without hesitation, killing it and proceeding to consume its flesh.
It was then he looked up, lizard hanging out of his mouth. There was something here...
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Re: The Best Way to Know Someone is...
Wed Dec 12, 2012 4:53 pm
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Dis Thread is old, so Ima have to Archive it :3
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