Art Trade: Monkey BusinessA piercingly high laugh pierced the night as another barrack crumbled as its burning exterior finally gave, eliciting more screeches of pleasure from the arsonist. "This is such fun!" he laughed. "Such fun!" Indeed, the monkey-arrancar known as Svindel was having a devious time, setting houses in the Rukon District ablaze, watching the citizens flee, and dispatching with any Soul Reapers who dared to try and stop himthough that part was beginning to ware on his fun. "Come now! Is there nobody worthy enough to challenge me!?"her Part
Svindel looked around to see where that phrase had come from, though before he could locate the source, he was shocked to find his body being wrapped in chains of reishi. "What is this!?" the arrancar shouted, struggling to break free from his bonds.
Before him, in a blur, appeared a young womananother shinigami by her dress. "That's a spell that should keep you trapped until--," the young girl's speech was cut short by Svindel break
Our Unseen BeingsThe first emotion I can ever remember is confusion, and shortly after that: pain.
It all began in a crumbling cabin near the outskirts of the Dread forest, a single glaring lightbulb dangled over my head as I was born. It burned my eyes, seeming to bathe the small, moldy room of my current existence with unreal light. It was a forceful kind of light, and my first thought was wanting out- needing out- all because that light seemed to be pushing me away from reality. Maybe it was a warning. I wish I could I blame all the problems that soon surface on that single bulb, but in the end, I know its only my fault.
I wasn't quite sure where I was before, or what had happened, but I slowly became accustomed to my new life- each day a new hardship as well. I was the man of the house at five years old, since my mother was already sick with the diseases that spread so easily through the forest: I never had the time to be a child. I was always dashing around, trying to kill as many of the few timid