view of the world [little birdy]

(This takes place before Alastar goes out into the open world thread)

This was a boring situation. Alastar had held no surprise on his own behalf once he had lost, after all, he had failed, and thus could not have taken it sitting down. Moreover, perhaps he had been too arrogant and had lost because of that. Yet, the feeling, the need, to crush the spine of whoever did it and dangle them from the very peak of his arrogance was always there, riling at his muscles, making his skin crawl. It would whisper in his ear how to remove them from existence, it would tell him that reigniting the war between Arrancar and Shinigami was a price to pay for his own pride. 

Yet, he did not budge from his seat. He knew the justifications for his actions would not bring anything more then a petty victory. He could, for all intents and purposes, not hold back, and show his true colors. He could track down the Shinigami who managed to land a blow on him and kill him without a second thought. He would in time, too. Yet he did not move, his red eyes, two pits of hatred at the time, scoured out the ground below the Vista de Dios, which was currently in the dunes of the desert, nothing more then sand below him. The window which he looked through was in the main area, which wasn't his personal quarters, instead it was basically a throne-room, just without a significant throne. 

Alastar redirected his gaze towards the various doors in the room, watching them without much interest. He had many who would come to him on this day and ask for things. From being let out to hunt, to simply requesting his audience to talk to him. It did not matter, he still had a duty as a leader, and as a leader, he would sit through them.