Post by Hiten Kyoji on Jul 2, 2008 13:04:51 GMT
In the midst of pouring rain, a lone figure walked quietly in the distance. His tall muscular figure glistened in the rain, though his hair lost it's normal style in favor of a flat, almost mop top look. Upon closer examination, one could easily realize that this was a shinigami, due to the zanpakutou oddly strapped to his arm, and the obvious hakama he wore.
Hiten Kyoji had always been alone, and that could not hold true any better than now. The young exile was cut off from the people he onced called his comrades, largely due to his own realization that there were too many that were wicked in the Soul Society. "I hate the rain," he said coldly, before looking towards where a random reiatsu had just popped up. With a sigh, he began walking towards the new reiatsu. "Well, I suppose there truely is no rest for the weary."
Hiten Kyoji had always been alone, and that could not hold true any better than now. The young exile was cut off from the people he onced called his comrades, largely due to his own realization that there were too many that were wicked in the Soul Society. "I hate the rain," he said coldly, before looking towards where a random reiatsu had just popped up. With a sigh, he began walking towards the new reiatsu. "Well, I suppose there truely is no rest for the weary."
