JULY 9, 2014.
Post by ASHTON ARTERIUS on Mar 31, 2014 18:08:28 GMT -5
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Finally, the final chapter of the absolute paranoia had commenced, and not a single soul would comprehend the reality or severity of the situation.
It was time.
Emil Heidrich had been flung into unconscious into the Forest of Menos, and every broken bone souring his body had smashed into the dirt. A multitude of silvery quartz trees surrounded him, and they were bathed in the blood of countless Hollows and Arrancar that failed to see reason—they weren’t given a chance. The Knight-Commander could have easily been another stain in the grain, but little did he know he was merely an integral puppet in the pursuance of knowledge and peace.
A mysterious Shinigami garbed in black with a fur collar stood over the powerless body, and he found himself resisting every urge to withdraw one of the three blades at his side and erasing the man from history right there, but the component was too important. The masculine figure’s devilish grin was curled with success, and his maroon hairs danced lightly in the undeniable purpose of his stroll. He bent down, and wrapped the familiar, unconscious man around his shoulder. His hands were gripped firmly on the wrist he flung around his shoulder, and the cracked waist of the victim.
The Quincy’s feet began dragging lifelessly along the dirt, the mystery man using his own body as a support beam to save this individual from certain death in the jungle. And when Emil awoke, his blurred vision and senses would have seen glimpses of the familiar figure, but he would remain forever ignorant of the truth.
It was time.
Emil Heidrich had been flung into unconscious into the Forest of Menos, and every broken bone souring his body had smashed into the dirt. A multitude of silvery quartz trees surrounded him, and they were bathed in the blood of countless Hollows and Arrancar that failed to see reason—they weren’t given a chance. The Knight-Commander could have easily been another stain in the grain, but little did he know he was merely an integral puppet in the pursuance of knowledge and peace.
A mysterious Shinigami garbed in black with a fur collar stood over the powerless body, and he found himself resisting every urge to withdraw one of the three blades at his side and erasing the man from history right there, but the component was too important. The masculine figure’s devilish grin was curled with success, and his maroon hairs danced lightly in the undeniable purpose of his stroll. He bent down, and wrapped the familiar, unconscious man around his shoulder. His hands were gripped firmly on the wrist he flung around his shoulder, and the cracked waist of the victim.
The Quincy’s feet began dragging lifelessly along the dirt, the mystery man using his own body as a support beam to save this individual from certain death in the jungle. And when Emil awoke, his blurred vision and senses would have seen glimpses of the familiar figure, but he would remain forever ignorant of the truth.
CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS
