Wanderment

The night was still young in this sandy uninhabited sandy wastleland. The area was so droughted that the sand almost sucked this man in. The moon was unseen, not by cloudyness, but by a rolling sandstrom. The dust came in about forty feet high and miles wide, it

was rediculouse for any man to be walking within this desert that was in the sahara. The whole area was tained with the great shadow of this sandstorm. The sand was whiping in the air, and the wind wooshed through the air. It tore up against the the rocks and

boulders eroding them into a fine dust. And it was coming in fast. The man was rushed to find some sort of shelter from the natural disaster. He has had a bit of a bad luck.

This man had Black hair, though now looking almost blondish from the sand whipping around, he had a cloack up over his mouth preventing sand into his mouth, as he booked down the wasteland. His sharp golden eyes stared wildly as he made his way, he found a

canyon coming up and he had to make it in time. He held the cloak up to his darker tan skin. His black slack pants were now torn up by the whipping sand, and his shoes no more from the harsh grit. He ran with every step staining the sand with his crimson blood. He has Wandered this desolate wastland for days, even his hierro is getting cut through. His breath weezes through the cloak from his dry throught. He makes it to the cliff and jumps, his red blood raining down below his feet, scraped raw.

In the high point of the jump, the sand wall smacks him, engulfing him in its torrent, ripping the skin. He is pushed a good five feet from were he jumped before he falls out of this storm down into the canyon. the canyon was not too deep. but still covered with sand, he lost his balance from the storm, and by the time he left its horrifing grasp. His cloak was gone, torn up in the tundra, and most of his clothes were ripped off him, in shreds. it looked more like a beast attacked him. Already exhausted from the wandering, he had no energy to re-orientate himself and land on his feet.

He fell for five minutes before hitting the ground with a smash. "ugh" he groaned and flipped onto his back while staring at the sand crossing the tops of the canyon. He wasn't even sure why he was out here, he had no were to go, just wandering were fate took his poor soul. Not alloud in hueco mundo do to his philosophy, and not allowed in the seiritei due to his race. "guh" he groaned again sitting himself up then standing. Blood dripped down his weakend body, he was in no strength to fight, let alone walk. He bent over and picked up his large katana. He started to wonder if this was gonna be it, if his life was gonna end here. but he decided not to dwell on that, and focused on staying alive.

He walked down the canyon and found an inner dent inside. He laid his back against it and a rattlesnake shook its tail. So it wasnt uninhabitable after all. His stomach growled to the rythm untill the snake bore its mighty fangs and lashed out at this man. The man didnt bother to move as the snake bit his hand. He still had some restu to overpower his white blood cells to fend off the invading toxins. He bashed his hand against the stone wall to kill the snake. He laid its dead body on the ground and cut it open with his katana. "final" he said exhaustedly as he began to feast upon the raw venomouse creature.

(OOC:What is Bh?)

The Dragged up man was still in a daze, the lack of nutriants was getting to him as the other man walked up to him. The question came in as a blurr, a mix and mash of mumbled words, strung together to not make sense. His eyes were almost glazed over from the blood loss, and he could hardly make out this man. His Spirit pressure was having a hard time fending off that rattle snake venom, but it was the only thing he could he.

He eyes started to waver, and his stomach became furousous with hunger, luckly his self control was strong enough to keep his hallow insticts to kick in. But was it that, or was it realy just the lack of energy made himself aware that even with the instincts, it would be enough to realy even kill a human. So he was in luck. Preserving his Sanity. He was not a beast of killing, but was quite opposite of his arrancar bretheren, who has exiled him out of huaco mundo.

He sat here thinking these thoughts untill he utterly blacked out.