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A woman sat in the middle of the dessert dressed in an all red kimono with lipstick and eyeshadow to match. On her face were three orange lines going down her face below her eye and stopping before the crease of her mouth. She had long jet black hair that pooled around her like a cape as she sat. Long shapely legs sitting full lotus position with her hands on her knees as orange eyes starred directly in front of her. Certainly a heavy contrast to the ash gray sands she sat upon.
The desert was a second home to her as much as Las Noches was growing to be. A loner seemingly by choice but a woman by heart. The normally upbeat and charismatic woman had a face of sad anger written all over her as she starred at the large white castle in the distance. Newly appointed the sixth Espada Izanami "SlyyFox" Hiromi seemed to be contemplating her latest decision of joining the espada. It had always been like her to join the strongest, as she was strong herself, but there was still a nagging yearning to do whatever it took to become strong...no win...even by betray her friends. She liked the members she had met so far so why was it so hard for her to get close? Maybe it was the imminent doom that would come of any friendship she chose to enter. Perhaps it stemmed from the bitterness of being in this desolate place. To her, it was worse than hell. There was no gambling or games and laughter was rare among them. She had traded one life of sad cruelty for another. The thought had her hands clenching on her knees.
She had left the human world in a rush to return here after the exchanged of personal words between her and the third Espada, Cross. Every time she opened up the urge to run had always wafted over her. Running calmed her mind and meditation allowed her to regain control to return her to the cunning woman she had always been, but the hurting never stopped. After all the choice to be alone was her own; lying, cheating, and abandonment didn't make well for friends...
Her body relaxed ever so slightly as she released the breath she seemed to have been holding while she had been thinking. Orange eyes closing as she recollected her emotional self by channeling her anger to more progressive things...like the rumbling growl in her stomach. She placed a delicate hand over it as she stood from her sitting position and stretched herself digging her bare toes into the sands. Her nose lifted into the air in order to find pray easy to consume. Perhaps even for a fight to relieve tense muscles. She moved her hands behind her head. She would work hard to be a great Espada. Trust those who fought next to her. Help them as she hoped to gain their trust, and try...try to remain true to the vow she took to them. She badly wished to be part of the Soul Society, but at what cost?
Shaking her head and returning her hands to her side she began to walk back towards Las Noches in hopes to find a snack along the way. A person to talk to, to lie to, to make her friend before crushing them to tiny particles and consuming them to become part of her own as she had done countless of times before. It seemed to be Iza's curse of betrayal: to betray those as she felt betrayed.
In the sand a worm the length of her arm squirmed away from her presence. It smelled of the earths dirt. She was quick to stomp a foot on it before picking it up. Her hand dwarfed in compared to its size but still it was no match for her. Her fingers hesitated on crushing it right away, and instead, like the woman she was, started to cradle it against her as though protecting it as she continued only a few more steps forward.
"It is better this way," she told the worm as it stopped wiggling seemingly less threatened by being held, " There is no point in you getting strong...you aren't missing out on anything." She stayed walking like that for a moment unsure if the small worm-like hollow understood what she saying to it. From a distant, it probably looked like a mother holding a child. The picture she created would soon be shattered as she placed on hand on either side of the worm and bit into its middle. The scream it let out was dainty before ultimately growing quiet while Izanami feasted on its body, eating it's reiatsu. It tasted the sand it came from.
When she was finished she muttered a thank you and folded her arms over her stomach tilting her head forward so the that the light that was cast down from the moon above shaded her face by her hair. This was truly not the place to cry, but as the tears rolled down her cheeks they were caught in the light the moon happily cast down on her making them glint like they were crystal beads rather than tears. She was probably plenty far away from Las Noches to have enough time to recollect herself for a second time, but she would have no issue killing anyone who tried to tell her she was weak for feeling pain.
Her nose twitched at the scent of another presence drawing close. It was strong, but she couldn't distinguish it right away. With the sleeves of the kimono she wiped her face of the tears drawing her fan from her belt and flipping it open to hide her mouth and the puffiness of the lower part of her eyes. While she didn't care who saw her cry it was not in her best interest to look weak. She never slowed her pace of walking even with the second presence near. If they chose to speak to her that was their choice, but they would have to make sure to chose their words wisely. Iza was a handful when she was calm in mind. Upset, she was a whole different story.
The desert was a second home to her as much as Las Noches was growing to be. A loner seemingly by choice but a woman by heart. The normally upbeat and charismatic woman had a face of sad anger written all over her as she starred at the large white castle in the distance. Newly appointed the sixth Espada Izanami "SlyyFox" Hiromi seemed to be contemplating her latest decision of joining the espada. It had always been like her to join the strongest, as she was strong herself, but there was still a nagging yearning to do whatever it took to become strong...no win...even by betray her friends. She liked the members she had met so far so why was it so hard for her to get close? Maybe it was the imminent doom that would come of any friendship she chose to enter. Perhaps it stemmed from the bitterness of being in this desolate place. To her, it was worse than hell. There was no gambling or games and laughter was rare among them. She had traded one life of sad cruelty for another. The thought had her hands clenching on her knees.
She had left the human world in a rush to return here after the exchanged of personal words between her and the third Espada, Cross. Every time she opened up the urge to run had always wafted over her. Running calmed her mind and meditation allowed her to regain control to return her to the cunning woman she had always been, but the hurting never stopped. After all the choice to be alone was her own; lying, cheating, and abandonment didn't make well for friends...
Her body relaxed ever so slightly as she released the breath she seemed to have been holding while she had been thinking. Orange eyes closing as she recollected her emotional self by channeling her anger to more progressive things...like the rumbling growl in her stomach. She placed a delicate hand over it as she stood from her sitting position and stretched herself digging her bare toes into the sands. Her nose lifted into the air in order to find pray easy to consume. Perhaps even for a fight to relieve tense muscles. She moved her hands behind her head. She would work hard to be a great Espada. Trust those who fought next to her. Help them as she hoped to gain their trust, and try...try to remain true to the vow she took to them. She badly wished to be part of the Soul Society, but at what cost?
Shaking her head and returning her hands to her side she began to walk back towards Las Noches in hopes to find a snack along the way. A person to talk to, to lie to, to make her friend before crushing them to tiny particles and consuming them to become part of her own as she had done countless of times before. It seemed to be Iza's curse of betrayal: to betray those as she felt betrayed.
In the sand a worm the length of her arm squirmed away from her presence. It smelled of the earths dirt. She was quick to stomp a foot on it before picking it up. Her hand dwarfed in compared to its size but still it was no match for her. Her fingers hesitated on crushing it right away, and instead, like the woman she was, started to cradle it against her as though protecting it as she continued only a few more steps forward.
"It is better this way," she told the worm as it stopped wiggling seemingly less threatened by being held, " There is no point in you getting strong...you aren't missing out on anything." She stayed walking like that for a moment unsure if the small worm-like hollow understood what she saying to it. From a distant, it probably looked like a mother holding a child. The picture she created would soon be shattered as she placed on hand on either side of the worm and bit into its middle. The scream it let out was dainty before ultimately growing quiet while Izanami feasted on its body, eating it's reiatsu. It tasted the sand it came from.
When she was finished she muttered a thank you and folded her arms over her stomach tilting her head forward so the that the light that was cast down from the moon above shaded her face by her hair. This was truly not the place to cry, but as the tears rolled down her cheeks they were caught in the light the moon happily cast down on her making them glint like they were crystal beads rather than tears. She was probably plenty far away from Las Noches to have enough time to recollect herself for a second time, but she would have no issue killing anyone who tried to tell her she was weak for feeling pain.
Her nose twitched at the scent of another presence drawing close. It was strong, but she couldn't distinguish it right away. With the sleeves of the kimono she wiped her face of the tears drawing her fan from her belt and flipping it open to hide her mouth and the puffiness of the lower part of her eyes. While she didn't care who saw her cry it was not in her best interest to look weak. She never slowed her pace of walking even with the second presence near. If they chose to speak to her that was their choice, but they would have to make sure to chose their words wisely. Iza was a handful when she was calm in mind. Upset, she was a whole different story.