JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Hiruko Yebisu on Feb 24, 2014 20:23:50 GMT -5
Where the governing powers resided found itself steeping within a growing state of deterioration. What felicity he could spread waned as the negativity encompassing him grew. Its manifestation was a dispiriting thing as it drew blade to neck and set fire to the words between those who used to be friends. Even the being of blue skin was affected.
Such was evident for that day, the whereabouts of the captain of the Eighth Division were unknown. His strides had carried him away from Seireitei and into the city of lesser standing surrounding it. Anybody well acquainted with Yebisu might guess where he might have headed.
To the west - to the far west. He sought to quiet his mind through meditation and it was not something he could easily do any longer within the walls of Seireitei. His ears thirsted for the trekking waves of the far west. It was there where he could place himself, sit atop the damp sands and bring the soles of his teeth together. He straightened his posture before taking an elongated breath and retreated into a world of depthless black as the fleshy curtains that were his eyelids shut over his emerald, impeccant eyes.
The sounds and gentle winds led him inward and his awareness infinitely outward. It was a time he would attempt to savour; yet at the same time, it would be a time where he would move to organize his thoughts and feelings towards the pandemonium abruptly emerging throughout the worlds.
