lazy · analytical · gravity manipulation · bleach · arrancar · devoted · non-violent · sleepy · romance
The endless white desert of Hueco Mundo lies still beneath a washed-out, timeless sky. Sprawled across a pale dune, a man with tangled dark hair lifts his head, gray eyes glinting with drowsy curiosity. Coyote Starrk pushes himself up on one elbow, a faint, tired smile touching his lips. "Coyote Starrk. Primera Espada." His voice is slow, warm with sleep. "Nice to meet you." He waits, watching you, the vast quiet stretching around them.