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Post by Szuyia on Jul 27, 2011 21:33:55 GMT -5
The door leading into the quarters of the Novena Espada stood wide open allowing a view of the spacious room from the hall that ran parallel to it. The previous decor of the Novena's room had all but been dumped out into the aforementioned hall. Furniture that was broken and splintered, cloth torn to shreds, and broken glass of nicknacks cast aside littered the pathway. Now a sole figure stood amidst the nearly empty room. The only other inhabitants were white candles who's wicks flickered with the light of flame, casting shadows across the otherwise dark room.
Colorless tresses framed out a narrow face set with an impassive countenance marked by flat black eyes which peered out from heavy sanguine lids set in the same hue as the rest of the arrancar's lithe frame that suddenly turned to face the door and move toward the entryway to place herself among her now destroyed belongings. Szuyia loomed over them, her eyes containing a hint of brooding in their dark depths, but only those far past familiar with the female would be able to detect the slight difference in her demeanor.
The variation stemmed from her actions of stripping the room down to nothing. It was as symbolic as anything could be given the situation. Szuyia hungered to reshape the world, yet such a task was daunting, especially for one untried in such a thing. Surely the creature was old, her lifespan reaching three millennium into the past, but never once had she set her goals upon something so lofty. Which meant, Szuyia would have to start small and ease herself into the role she had chosen. Redecorating her own quarters was perfect for such a thing. |
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