The sound of a yawn broke the silence of the
Forest of Menos. Blinking twice, the newly awakened Nicolas Presagio turned his head from side to side, scanning the dark horizon before him. It was always dark down here. He wondered if that was the reason why everything around him was such a drag. Darkness here, the evil there.
Please. Give it a break. Running his calloused fingers through the locks of mint atop his head, his rustic eyes moved with every step.
What was he exactly here for?
The rustling of movement around him was nonstop, but it only grew louder with every next step. He wasn’t looking for trouble, but it seemed as if trouble wanted to find him. He supposed that difficulties came with his rank, but he didn’t think that it’d be so consistent. Wasn’t an Espada supposed to strike fear into the hearts of their underlings? How annoying. Looking down at himself, Nicolas could only grimace.
He wasn’t exactly toned, his body lean and thin. If he were honest, the wind could blow him away. The boy wasn’t tall, but he wasn’t short either, standing at 5’10”. Pulling at the collar of his jacket, Nicolas continued to pick at his own appearance. Last he checked, he didn’t give off any killing aura whatsoever, but he figured that was a good thing. However, any chance he steps outside of his abode, a challenger makes an appearance and he has one of two options: run, or get rid of them. Choosing the latter, Nicolas proves to be quite merciless. Hardly considering the match a win in any terms if they didn’t prove a challenge in the first place.
Rubbing at his jaw, he stopped within a few meters shy of a large boulder in front of him.
How conveniently placed. Pulling at his blade, the few lights that towered above him shone down on his unsheathing blade and the light gleamed ever so nicely on the smooth mirror-like surface. Putting both hands around the handle of his zanpakūto, he raised the shining blade above his head and stared ahead at the massive rock before him. Then with a swift swing forth and down the middle, it was over with. The quick motion sounded as if a whip had just snapped in the outing.
"That should be enough to draw them out.”
He remembered why he was here now. Creaking rubble began to sound off and apart came the boulder that loomed over his miniature person, crashing opposite of one another against the ground that caved in from the pressure. Even several meters out, the skyscraping silvery-quartz tree stalks had succumbed to the silent kill, shattering and splitting apart. Crashing echoed through the forest. A guardian would be here soon enough, maybe even with a few friends behind. If there was more than one, good. Nearly salivating, Nicolas swallowed the saliva that built up in his mouth and squatted on the ground.
He was hungry.