Post by D - Tetsushiga Mai on Dec 3, 2007 20:40:42 GMT -4
The dunes shifted endlessly. Sometimes, perhaps after he'd gorged himself on a nice powerful menos, he would kick back and just watch them dance around each other underneath the unchanging crescent moon. He was doing this now, although it had somewhat lost its elegance for him. He was getting bored.
1200 years he'd stalked these lands, hunting the most powerful hollow and menos around. Particularly here, at the very edges of Hueco Mundo, The Black Sands, where reality shifts in and out of unreality, and the high spirit particle count attracts the more powerful creatures, had he spent much time hunting. But the endless cycle was losing its edge. Fight, kill, feast, fight, kill, feast... thats all it was, over and over again... Often would he try to draw out fights, extract some fun from them, but more often than not the opponent wasn't up to the task. He couldn't actually remember under what circumstances he'd last unsheathed his zanpakutou, which currently lay parallel to him on the gentle slope of a dune.
It couldn't have been that long ago could it? Fighting him?
Once in a hundred years or so he would come across an opponent that was actually worth fighting, worth taking the trouble to analyse and really push to the limit. With opponents such as these, he made sure he got to know them first, to cherish their story, their personality before he did battle with them. To Gatobah it was nothing but simple manners, his little way of honouring his opponent. But exceptional battles such as these were now becoming few and far between. He'd fought very few number of Vasto Lorde such as himself at all, and even worthy adjuchas were rare. Seven Vasto Lorde's in total, six of whom he'd defeated, three devoured, and one... well...
that was a longer story...
Several decades ago, shortly after he had walked out of Las Noches, he had come across an extraordinary Arrancar, a Vasto Lorde like himself. And like himself, he was old. Nearly as old as time. He claimed to be around 2500 years in age, hailing from a culture known as "Eejipt" wherever that was. He was the only creature that Gatobah had fought with that had been on a par with himself. And as such, instead of killing each other, they partnered up, and travelled the dimensions of time and space together, looking for even more powerful enemies. Few they had found indeed. And eventually, they had parted ways. But it was this battle that had spurred him on to become even more powerful and unlock even more potential.
His hand strayed to the tattoo on his side underneath his right arm. Yes... of course there was always them... Maybe he would end up going back after all...
Gatobah stood up, shaking the sand from his robes, and slung Vashna around the back of his waist in its normal position. It hummed softly in prospect of action. Wrapping his travelling robe around him, he set off, into the sand dunes, his figure quickly receding among the swirling dust clouds.
1200 years he'd stalked these lands, hunting the most powerful hollow and menos around. Particularly here, at the very edges of Hueco Mundo, The Black Sands, where reality shifts in and out of unreality, and the high spirit particle count attracts the more powerful creatures, had he spent much time hunting. But the endless cycle was losing its edge. Fight, kill, feast, fight, kill, feast... thats all it was, over and over again... Often would he try to draw out fights, extract some fun from them, but more often than not the opponent wasn't up to the task. He couldn't actually remember under what circumstances he'd last unsheathed his zanpakutou, which currently lay parallel to him on the gentle slope of a dune.
It couldn't have been that long ago could it? Fighting him?
Once in a hundred years or so he would come across an opponent that was actually worth fighting, worth taking the trouble to analyse and really push to the limit. With opponents such as these, he made sure he got to know them first, to cherish their story, their personality before he did battle with them. To Gatobah it was nothing but simple manners, his little way of honouring his opponent. But exceptional battles such as these were now becoming few and far between. He'd fought very few number of Vasto Lorde such as himself at all, and even worthy adjuchas were rare. Seven Vasto Lorde's in total, six of whom he'd defeated, three devoured, and one... well...
that was a longer story...
Several decades ago, shortly after he had walked out of Las Noches, he had come across an extraordinary Arrancar, a Vasto Lorde like himself. And like himself, he was old. Nearly as old as time. He claimed to be around 2500 years in age, hailing from a culture known as "Eejipt" wherever that was. He was the only creature that Gatobah had fought with that had been on a par with himself. And as such, instead of killing each other, they partnered up, and travelled the dimensions of time and space together, looking for even more powerful enemies. Few they had found indeed. And eventually, they had parted ways. But it was this battle that had spurred him on to become even more powerful and unlock even more potential.
His hand strayed to the tattoo on his side underneath his right arm. Yes... of course there was always them... Maybe he would end up going back after all...
Gatobah stood up, shaking the sand from his robes, and slung Vashna around the back of his waist in its normal position. It hummed softly in prospect of action. Wrapping his travelling robe around him, he set off, into the sand dunes, his figure quickly receding among the swirling dust clouds.
