Snippet #2131148

More times than not, many arrancar choose to stay in the sea of white sand called hueco mundo, however some choose to walk between worlds to sate what every they have. A soul to fill their hole. Bloodlust that can no longer be ignored. Or in the case of Isperia Izzet...a simple case of wanderlust.

She stepped out the Garganta that appeared on one of the towers of Las Noches. Dropping out of the air on to the sand below, she eyed her surroundings, weary of coming back to this place ever since defecting from the army that was being build by a rouge shinigami. Any other time that she ran into her kind in this place, she was met with a threat for her to leave or an out right attack for her desertion. Dressed in the garb of a shinigami, most would brand her a traitor to her kind. For her, it was just a matter of collection purposes.

Once Isperia saw that none were petroling the perimeter, She moved on. Wandering the desert that used to be her home.

"Wonder if I can find anyone else here, someone that I can actually talk to would be nice." she muttered to herself as the pulled the robe of her Shihakusho out of it's wrapping to expose the hole that she hid to the shinigami. Here, she could expose it but risk being fought by others.

She looked back at the palace, still wondering it's purpose. Why such a large army? This she wondered then and now, but looking back in front of her, she noticed two others. Small in size compared to other hollows. "Either Vasto Lorde or..." She smiled to herself, but still kept her guard. If anything, The taste of a brother or sister arrancar or Lorde was something she had no desire to taste. She walked her way, letting the rattle of her skeletal snake tail sound off to announce her presence.