Bordom over Hueco Mundo

Over the seemingly endless desert of Heuco Mundo, the demon who had just recently entered this poor excuse for existence was walking slowly to the north. He had no idea what so ever where he was going or anything about the terrain of the area. He was merely walking blindly, waiting until he found something, or it found him, whichever of the two were to occur first. Each step the demon toke, an imprint of his foot would be formed In the white sands of the desert, only to be refilled a moment later by the blowing grains that were carried by a dead-wind.

The demon was in his humanoid state, so by the mere sense of sight, some could perceive him to be just a shinigami in an odd outfit, or a special human who had managed to find his way here. His spiritual pressure, however, had easily gave away that he was neither of the two species. The demon had tan caucasian skin, black hair that was somewhat spiked together along the back and sides of his head, and eyes as black as the sins that made up his entire existence. He was wearing a black-leather jacket that covered most of his upper-body except for his abs and black pants with red symbols miscellaneously marked along the sides.

The sky was as black as the Gillian of the Menos Forest and the only sounds at the moment, anyway was that of the wind moving the grains of white sand over the wasteland of a desert. Small boulders and quarts trees stuck out of the sand, but that was about the only thing in sight other then just vast amounts of nothingness. Abundant amounts of reiryoku filled the air as well, although it wasn't abundant enough to have much of an affect on the demon.