The Darkness of the Earth [PRIVATE; Ichika, Henrex]

A quiet breath came from the boy as his eye slowly opened. Sitting atop a thick tree branch, firmly tied to the trunk of it with black, glowing chains, tightly wrapped around his waist and stomach. With these items preventing him from moving his midsection in the slightest, Henrex's body sort of just...sat there. His arms dangled at his sides, and his legs hung at either side of the branch that he sat on. The boy's head slowly straightened, with the young man feeling a small amount of pain from moving his head from such an awkward position, which had caused a cramp within his neck.

It was painful, but it wasn't anything compared to what the young man had faced prior to this. His Captain beating the ever loving hell out of him to the point where both of them had exhausted themselves of their strength, energy capacity, and stamina. There was also Operation Moon Massacre. The event where Henrex had joined to protect Sector D of the Vanguard's Moon Base. From who. Shadow Fall. The largest antag org in the entire world. Home to Demons and Arrancar, various equipment, soldiers, and so much more, Shadow Fall was most certainly a very dangerous enemy. Some joined for sanctuary and safety. Others joined through their own volition.

Henrex was not a part of this organization, but he most certainly did not particularly have a large amount of hate for them. In fact, many organizations, antagonist or no, Henrex did not really have a general opinion about. He was always on a mildly neutral ground with these organizations. All the young man wanted was peace for the world...and peace for his soul. The Broken Raven had a very painful past. Watching his sister burn while she was stabbed in her sleep, watching his master's throat slit in front of him, and the worst of it all....his mother dying in his arms. It all was painful and torturous for the young man to even think of.

Sighing once more, Henrex slowly slipped his right leg over the tree branch, forgetting that he had bound himself to the tree, and the boy lazily slid off the branch, before the chains that had bound him to the tree stopped his descent, knocking the air from his lungs and making Henrex's eyes feel like they would pop out of their sockets. Coughing and sputtering from the absentmindedness of the boy waking him up, Henrex groaned quietly, before the chains slowly dissipated, allowing the young man to fall to the ground. Landing roughly on his side, Henrex held his side in pain, before sitting up and closing his eye.

However, before the boy's mind drifted too far, a slight tickling feeling would wake him up. Slowly opening his eye, Henrex saw that a lock of hair had slid out from the scarf that was covering it, and had fallen in front of his face. Slowly reaching his gloved hand up and brushing the black strand away, Henrex's body began to slide down, and he would soon have his head gently pressed against the trunk of the tree, and his whole body lost the tension it had before. Relaxing a little, Henrex's eye faced the sky, a blank look on his face. Becoming lost in thought, Henrex's awareness slowly slipped away, threatening to become lost.....