JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2013 5:10:38 GMT -5
There he appeared upon the right side of the Gobantai-Taichou by the grace of Senkaimon; his being unshaken by the fearsome lifeless Espada; the worried quincy; and finally the lackadaisical, yet powerful Shinigami. In spite of all this before him, his demeanor was still unfazed. Cold, emotionless blue hues stared upon the three before him, fixating on the Cero Espada. His facade resembled the same distinctive look that was within his eyes, emotionless.
He was disgusted, the bitter taste of dissatisfaction lingering within his mouth, his stomach churning as the very thoughts clouded his already perplexed mind. The Espada were nothing but mere cowards, tormented souls that gave themselves a status to be praised for nothing; they were not Gods, they were Hollows hidden by a title; sheep in wolves clothing.
Unlike the fools that were content with this way of living, being helpless pawns in this ridiculous treaty; Sojirō would stray from that path they adored; he was not afraid of death or upsetting the balance of things, for he was the very thing people feared; he was the walking embodiment of death. No longer would he stand idly, watching the stupidity unfold before him - no, action shall be taken and unfold upon the ridiculous world; each Espada will fall before him, each Hollow shall be no more.
What was once an emotionless being slowly transcended into man with a goal, his golden hair upon his all knowing crown swaying in the wind; his emotionless hues slowly filled with a burning rage and a devilish grin soon revealed itself. His statement was clear; rather a warning to the two Espada that could witness his notion. “How about we all just go home? Before things get out of hand.” He was ready in case they chosen the latter.
He was disgusted, the bitter taste of dissatisfaction lingering within his mouth, his stomach churning as the very thoughts clouded his already perplexed mind. The Espada were nothing but mere cowards, tormented souls that gave themselves a status to be praised for nothing; they were not Gods, they were Hollows hidden by a title; sheep in wolves clothing.
Unlike the fools that were content with this way of living, being helpless pawns in this ridiculous treaty; Sojirō would stray from that path they adored; he was not afraid of death or upsetting the balance of things, for he was the very thing people feared; he was the walking embodiment of death. No longer would he stand idly, watching the stupidity unfold before him - no, action shall be taken and unfold upon the ridiculous world; each Espada will fall before him, each Hollow shall be no more.
What was once an emotionless being slowly transcended into man with a goal, his golden hair upon his all knowing crown swaying in the wind; his emotionless hues slowly filled with a burning rage and a devilish grin soon revealed itself. His statement was clear; rather a warning to the two Espada that could witness his notion. “How about we all just go home? Before things get out of hand.” He was ready in case they chosen the latter.
