The Eldest Dragon Walks Again

The white sand of Hueco Mundo was being whipped up again. Not many Hollow were around, but one of the Espada was. Atama Ryukotei, now Espada Segundo, was walking through the white desert. Las Noches was in the background, as the old Arrancar pondered many things. He had decided his old clothes weren't to his liking, so he had decided upon a new look. He now had on what was as close to his look during his years alive. He had also brought his hair back to it's original color. A dark reddish-brown.

Atama was not alone, that much he could tell, on a day like this. And he was right, as some of the Hollow around him, decided it would be a good idea to attack him. Atama merely started, as they closed the distance, before he drew his blade. "You are not even worth the effort." Atama said, his voice calm, and collected. He easily ripped the weaker Hollows apart, before wiping his blade on the nearest corpse of one. Satisfied with the cleanliness of his blade, Atama began walking again.

(OOC: Atama's new look)

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