⊰ The spirit stood still, yet her form showed that she would be able to strike like a viper giving any situation that might occur. She doubted anything would appear, however, but it was good to always be prepared even if you are surrounded by the weak. No one wanted to be classified into their ranks just by being unprepared. ⊱
⊰ No one could see the Zanpakuto, or so she believed. She was fine with it; it wasn’t like there was anyone worth her time within this realm. ⊱
As he passes, something in the wind causes him to pause, his cloak fluttering to his heels. The constant clack of his sabatons quiets and he glances over his shoulder with pursed lips and furrowed brow. His hand travels backwards slightly to his dog, but…there is nothing there. Visibly. Blinking, he ponders whether t h e y would see anything, but quickly dismisses the notion. They have no such sight beyond his own capabilities. Still…it sets him with unease.
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