Forgotten Paths (Open)

Sain' sighed quietly as she reclined on the park bench, her clawed hands carefully folded behind her head. Sainera was one of the more calmer arrancars, a gentle and kind one. Sain' knew that her traits were shared by very few, even her own master, Nniotra Jiruga, did not possess the kind qualities she had. It frightened her somewhat, to think that she is one of the rare arrancar to have a kind heart. And she wasn't sure if she would want to stay with the Espada ranks, as their ways were cruel. But if she were to go rogue, she'd be on her own. She strongly doubted that any shinigami would show her kindness or mercy. Vaizards were most likely the same. It wasn't fair. She showed mercy to whoever whenever it was possible, nor did she like fighting. She sighed sadly again as she closed her eyes, trying to nap.

Nnoitora burst through a Garganta, seemingly pissed and looking for shinigami to slaughter. His blood thirst had not been quenched, and he was beginning to become very agitated and impatient. As he walked out of the Garganta, he carried on his back his largely oversized Zanpakutou, which glistened like new metal in the sun. His eyes quickly shifted over to another Arrancar who was in the area, which he looked away from, making a tch noise as he continued his hunt. What the hell're you doin here? he asked as he passed her, using a rude and unkind voice.

Sainera sighed, her eyes still closed. "What'd you think i'm doing? I'm napping." Sain' said to him, her tone still somewhat polite despite the hint of sarcasm in her voice. She sat up and opened her eyes, not surprised that it was Nniotora. Sain yawned as she looked up at him. "Your a weird little Espada man." Sain said in a tired voice.