Post by Verbrennung on Aug 13, 2016 19:53:25 GMT -5
A song had easily taken to her throat as she walked the paths of the False Heaven known as the Seireitei; that burning desire to remain on this plane still gripped her heart in a vice. Verbrennung had met many interesting people thus far and had come out of it all unscatched (thanks to Walkren). Inward her wanderings took her, into the heart of the Soul Society, the center of the chaos… the eye of the storm. It was quieter here, allowing her to hear her own thoughts for a while. The day had been filled with so much talking, shrieking and snarling that the Arrancar felt compelled to fill the silence with a hummed tune. It felt almost ominous upon this walkway of cobblestones that surrounded a grand, encircling wall. Could there be a calm before the storm when she had already been through the storm? Perhaps those were just the thunder cracks and lightning strikes before the true downpour...
Those eyes of red and black took to the sky, the woman searching for the telltale clues of what hour or day it could be. Was that the sun peeking over the horizon of stars? Had she truly been here for that long? Time certainly knew how to fly when she was preoccupied—she wished the hours passed this fast during the dull moments that tormented her upon Earth or within Hueco Mundo but… that isn’t how that works.
The Arrancar let sable fingers trace along the great wall that surrounded the core of the Seireitei as she reminisced. So many interesting souls and varied faces she had met… The White-Haired One and his tales of his lady love—his sweetheart, the Duty-Bound One who cut straight to the job at hand—that ‘job’ being to end her life , and the—ahh… there was no need for a title for she knew this one’s name: Walkren Dekharr. The Shinigami who fancied himself an abhorred creature on the same level as she and her Hollow-breed kin. What a strange one he was but he had healed not only her wounds but the Raven’s as well, allowing it to take to the skies once more. Verbrennung’s eyes landed upon the orange-runed bird as it flew some distance above her, ever watchful for trouble. Without Walkren’s aid she would still be carrying her feathered companion still.
What were they all doing now, she wondered to herself. Where were these Shinigami of whom she had shared such fateful encounters with? Had the wounded ones made it to some hospital or found a healer? Or had they died not far from where she had left them? How many souls had been consumed in her hellish flames overall? Perhaps she would never know.
How long had she been here…?
Who else would she encounter during this fitful excursion of hers?
She wasn’t sure but something definitely felt ‘off’, causing the Arrancar to become naturally tense and alert. Perhaps Verbrennung was being silly but she had lived as a creature of instinct for much longer than she had existed as this Broken-Mask: she trusted her instincts and they told her something was wrong… There was a predator nearby.