With the Captains suffering casualties and heavy injuries on their side, all hope seemed to be lost... until Shinji Hirako appeared, along with the rest of the former Shinigami. Though the aid of the Vizards certainly helped to draw the battle in their favor, it seemed Aizen's power alone proved too much for them.
Malus sighed to himself. He was at his favorate spot in all of Las Noches (the roof) and he was still bored. Its not like he had friends to go bother. No one trusted him in there thanks to his old reputation when he was a Hollow.
In the old days he would have swooped down and eaten anyone dared look at him the wrong way. He still had the desire now but thanks to his conversion he had lost his wings.......at least for now.
He tugged at his short hair, he'd cropped it short whe he had come over but he missed it when it was long. He supposed he cut it so that he would not miss the wing in his hair. But he still did.
Damb he was bord.........
He would go back inside and bother the newbies but he hated the fake sunlight, there was no real heat to it. He knew heat and that was nothing like it.
He actually missed the Shinigami he had fought ages ago. She had at least had some fight in her........not that he could remember her name but he remembered her face. She had had amber eyes just like his and the atatude to match them.
He sighed again, he had reached a new low if he was missing a Shinigami female. They had plenty of females here but..........
He growled to himself and closed his eyes, maybe a little rest under the perminant night would do him good.........ye it would do him some good...................
Last Edit: Jun 29, 2010 21:01:43 GMT -5 by martamos