I stark though the sands of the desert like a tiger though the jungle hardly making a sound, tracking my prey for this hunt under a hunter moon. The wind lightly ruff my white wind blown spiked hair i am sure that my breath will not give me away for my mask piece is over my mouth and nose so that there is no tell tail mist breath, with each step i hardly disturb the sand as i get closer and closer to my prey i also have my reiatsu so under control that i need to be next to you or you have to see my shadow to know that i was there. The prey is in sight a hollow that interst me for the fact it too seems to be unaffected by some elemental attacks like me when i am released. I am within striking range and so i do a sheathy sonido making such a low pitch buzz that it unhearable to human like ears. The hollow shifts like it senses it death is near and is unavoidable it looks at where i am just as my fingers dive into it mask like hot knives though ice i then lean forward and take a bite out of the body my mask piece moving like a second mouth i then rip of what left of the mask and snack on that like thin hard candy snapping off bites. hmmm not bad a strong lower class hollow had a metallic taste to it may of had control over metal need to let the memories settle before going over them. then i stand for a bit deciding on if i should hunt on or just head back to las noches and to veloz and jack to see if they have any thing they need me to do. I then smell the air and a scent that i have not smelled in a while tickles my nose it the smell of the hollow hunters the shinigami but not must be exiles banished for some crimes. My reiatsu flares with the wanting of tasting shinigami flesh again lot more range of tastes then hollows. I then start hunting them like i did the hollow just hoping that no one had all ready started to hunt them they are mine to hunt and mine alone i dont like people or things stealing my prey.