Training with some lewd scenes [Mist | Inv] Sept 22, 2017 7:04:42 GMT
Post by KUM0 on Sept 22, 2017 7:04:42 GMT
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A life truly worth living for is a life worth dying for.
|The white desert stretched on for seemed like an eternity. . . eons of it. The moonlight grains glowing beneath the eternal night sky upon which hung a crescent moon, like the eye of an unseen god peering down on the events of life and death playing out before its neverending light. Yet for all its aforementioned reputation as an inhospitable territory, the desert remained eerily quiet, an unsettling irony to one whose lands were said to host the most powerful and most feral of hollow.|
A shadow stretched across the dunes as a lone figure emerged atop on particular dune that seemed to overlook all others, its body masked by a black trenchcoat from which a pair of black camo pants protruded out and into a pair of kneelength combat boots. A mask obscured the being's lower face, his head swallowed by a long mane of jet black hair. Only the paleness of a forehead reflected the moon's light as eyes scanned the periphery around him.
So this is Hueco Mundo. . .
The words came out muffled against the mask that covered the lower part of his face. Initial scans of their surroundings revealing scattered signs of life, most likely one hollow or other hiding. . . .or lying in wait.
. . .Seems quiet enough.
Of course it always seemed quiet before a storm erupted, but this time the mod soul would not be the one stirring up the waters, rather it was the volatile nature of his surroundings and its unfriendly atmosphere that had made him choose it in the first place. It was the perfect place to train, its subjects would serve as markers of progress, and it provided the much needed to cover from the prying eyes of the human world. In here he was isolated, completely alone.
Tapping a panel on his shoulder a vessel type pill would pop out, rolling a few inches away from the mod soul. Turning away from it the mod soul cast a seconary glance across the dunes, though his attention, for the most part, was still directed towards the pill.
Wakey wakey, we're here.
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