Post by Syvran Vypas on Sept 15, 2013 15:14:47 GMT -5
There was always one thing that always seemed to irk, and cause his scales to itch, him to no end since his ‘new’ life had begun. His ever present invisibility to the world of the living, while having soooo many advantages in fights and other aspects, had some serious draw backs. The Main, and only, one being Syvrans inability to eat human made cuisine. Syvran knew it would be an unusual habit for an Arrancar, but even with most of his taste gone, and an ever growing need to feed off hollows or souls, he still had a preference for human food. He was seriously fascinated by the ever growing and ever changing styles of human cuisine. This love of human food interest gives his mind enough preoccupation that he was able to abstain from the hunger for long periods and even keep a semblance of sanity. Hence, whenever Syvran ventured into the human realm he had to lurk and munch on food as the world passed him by like he wasn’t even there.
With rain clouds heavily weighing down the sky above Naruki City and fog smothering the streets, Syvran wound his way through the gaps and openings left behind by the passersby’s. Water soaked through his over coat and hair as the misting fog continued to rest upon the shoulders of the streets, and he finally found what he had been looking for, for the past two hours. Resting with the space between two building was a small sushi / noodle shop. With fertive glances around to see if any one would notice, Wishing like hell he could use Pesquisa without alerting others to his location within seconds, Syvran darted forward across the street with ease. His wet snow white bangs fall into his face as he eyes the various noodle bowls and rows of tempura sushi and rice balls.
Saliva started to pool at the back of his mouth as he remembered remembering what the taste of food was like when he could fully taste it, and wasn’t drawn to souls he’d rather try and protect than devour. Just as his he was starting to contemplate, and war with himself over the morality or shame of trying to sneak some food out from under the noses of the small couple, since arrancars had no way of money, a decently sized reiatsu appeared ,as quickly as the storm clouds had, behind him. Though Syvran wasn’t a push over in the spiritual world, he knew that this source of Reiatsu was stronger than him just by sensing it. ”So, tis this be the end… or the beginning?” Knowing that there was no use running, or enough time to go ressureccion, Syvran spins around in a blur and goes down on one knee with his left fist pressed into the ground as he had read knights used to when they either met their end or when they were knighted with honor. Sadly to this end, Syvran only expected the first to happen as the decatant scent of the food wafted towards, and around him. Barely daring to breathe, Syvran finally noticed the shoes the person with the source of reiatsu was wearing. With the last of his dignity and courage, syvran let one line fall from his lips."Spare me Milady..."
With rain clouds heavily weighing down the sky above Naruki City and fog smothering the streets, Syvran wound his way through the gaps and openings left behind by the passersby’s. Water soaked through his over coat and hair as the misting fog continued to rest upon the shoulders of the streets, and he finally found what he had been looking for, for the past two hours. Resting with the space between two building was a small sushi / noodle shop. With fertive glances around to see if any one would notice, Wishing like hell he could use Pesquisa without alerting others to his location within seconds, Syvran darted forward across the street with ease. His wet snow white bangs fall into his face as he eyes the various noodle bowls and rows of tempura sushi and rice balls.
Saliva started to pool at the back of his mouth as he remembered remembering what the taste of food was like when he could fully taste it, and wasn’t drawn to souls he’d rather try and protect than devour. Just as his he was starting to contemplate, and war with himself over the morality or shame of trying to sneak some food out from under the noses of the small couple, since arrancars had no way of money, a decently sized reiatsu appeared ,as quickly as the storm clouds had, behind him. Though Syvran wasn’t a push over in the spiritual world, he knew that this source of Reiatsu was stronger than him just by sensing it. ”So, tis this be the end… or the beginning?” Knowing that there was no use running, or enough time to go ressureccion, Syvran spins around in a blur and goes down on one knee with his left fist pressed into the ground as he had read knights used to when they either met their end or when they were knighted with honor. Sadly to this end, Syvran only expected the first to happen as the decatant scent of the food wafted towards, and around him. Barely daring to breathe, Syvran finally noticed the shoes the person with the source of reiatsu was wearing. With the last of his dignity and courage, syvran let one line fall from his lips."Spare me Milady..."