His home was dull, as dull as it had ever been though that wasn't exactly true either. He had heard tales about beings from another world massing his kin into a formidable army to war against other worlds. Alas, those times were long over and even the noble palace had been reduced to nothing more than a pile of rubble as pale as the endless sand dunes that made up Hueco Mundo. Things had been boring and frankly, he would give a lot for those days to come back even if it meant being led by a shinigami. At least they had provided entertainment.
With a sigh that sent a column of sand gushing upward, a low, armored reptilian form extracted itself from its hiding spot under the sand. Sterile white particles poured down from between its ivory barbed scales, a cascade of grainy dust that would barely disturb the sand dune. He had been napping for far too long. Perhaps it was time to wreck some havoc. An eternal life was merely an eternal cycle of rest and chaos after all.
Feiyimei · Mon Mar 05, 2012 @ 06:53am · 0 Comments |