Post by Hakai Castellan on Oct 28, 2020 21:34:43 GMT -5
Hueco Mundo’s pearly sands were as expansive as they were elusive, dunes which shifted into an ocean of never-ending sand which held a certain beauty to it, glistening grains all reflecting the little light which was provided from the intoxicating darkness above. It’d been sometime since Hakai decided to take such a stroll yet silence wasn’t something he was overly fond of, whilst Hollows did roam and call this expanse their home, their presence wasn’t a regular occurrence, especially when dealing with the upper echelons of Las Noches’s society. Why was an Espada prowling these open plains? What movement could bring action within the recently appointed Octava Espada who’d be a mystery to most of his cohorts? Another of the higher echelon….Rio….
“Destruction..” The word uttered as if a factual statement, from what he’d been able to gather it was the only Espada which brought about a common knowledge on two major factors: Destruction and a rage for the current King. Hakai didn’t know what to make of this individual, rumours portrayed him as the incarnation of utter oblivion, a stage beyond logical meaning who’d do nothing but rip apart defences before his opponent to their core, a foundation breaker, Shinigami shatterer, Espada Eradicator? One could only hold a little faith in these apparent rumours and their truth for even if a slither of it held truth then he’d be a useful asset to the upcoming alterations the ambitious Arrancar had.
It didn’t take long though to finally locate Rio’s pressure, an impressive factor which held notoriety in itself but according to sources paled in comparison to his physical capabilities…
The onyx dyed boots of the Espada parted sand as a prideful advance begun to slow slightly, a pair of beaming, vermillion hues piercing out of a well framed face and an oddly cordial smile which kept upon the softer lips of the male, a toned yet lithe form being apparent. A piece of white cloth wrapped around the Arrancar’s throat, matching an attire of a overcoat which matched the colouration of the sky above, accompanied by a gentle golden trim almost, mid-tier hair keeping upon his skull as charcoal strands framed his features. The Zanpaktou of the Espada came sheathed in the left side, a pearly hilt was the only visible thing noticeable yet a longsword of some form in nature, about seven inches long yet nothing more could be distinguished bar the other obvious turquoise gemstone which glistened within the hilts base.
“Quinta Espada…Rio…You’re an infuriatingly difficult individual to locate when you’re away from Hueco Mundo, are you aware of this?” An idle jest occurring from the fellow Arrancar which elicited a soft chuckle. “I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of a formal meeting, I’m Octava Espada Hakai Castellan and I’d -love- it if you’d be happy to answer a few inquiries I have…You could say we’ve got a mutual desire so to speak for change.” The Arrancar kept about fifteen feet away from Rio though, cautiously watching the movements of the Espada before him.
“Destruction..” The word uttered as if a factual statement, from what he’d been able to gather it was the only Espada which brought about a common knowledge on two major factors: Destruction and a rage for the current King. Hakai didn’t know what to make of this individual, rumours portrayed him as the incarnation of utter oblivion, a stage beyond logical meaning who’d do nothing but rip apart defences before his opponent to their core, a foundation breaker, Shinigami shatterer, Espada Eradicator? One could only hold a little faith in these apparent rumours and their truth for even if a slither of it held truth then he’d be a useful asset to the upcoming alterations the ambitious Arrancar had.
It didn’t take long though to finally locate Rio’s pressure, an impressive factor which held notoriety in itself but according to sources paled in comparison to his physical capabilities…
The onyx dyed boots of the Espada parted sand as a prideful advance begun to slow slightly, a pair of beaming, vermillion hues piercing out of a well framed face and an oddly cordial smile which kept upon the softer lips of the male, a toned yet lithe form being apparent. A piece of white cloth wrapped around the Arrancar’s throat, matching an attire of a overcoat which matched the colouration of the sky above, accompanied by a gentle golden trim almost, mid-tier hair keeping upon his skull as charcoal strands framed his features. The Zanpaktou of the Espada came sheathed in the left side, a pearly hilt was the only visible thing noticeable yet a longsword of some form in nature, about seven inches long yet nothing more could be distinguished bar the other obvious turquoise gemstone which glistened within the hilts base.
“Quinta Espada…Rio…You’re an infuriatingly difficult individual to locate when you’re away from Hueco Mundo, are you aware of this?” An idle jest occurring from the fellow Arrancar which elicited a soft chuckle. “I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of a formal meeting, I’m Octava Espada Hakai Castellan and I’d -love- it if you’d be happy to answer a few inquiries I have…You could say we’ve got a mutual desire so to speak for change.” The Arrancar kept about fifteen feet away from Rio though, cautiously watching the movements of the Espada before him.