≛ 𝐍-𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐚

I hope enjoy this art guys, of Sternritter Neø. 💙

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S p o t t e d….  She’s been…..// S P O T T E D //.  At was if time stood still- s t o p p e d, even- her visage was lowered- his hearing picked up her movements - which were now stiffer than a board, B r e a t h e Uzimiro- b r e a t h e….you’re not here to h u r t anyone- b u t the one before her, might indeed….not believe so.  P r e y—–? well s h i t- she might need to do this sort (‘pray’) in this case.  ‘W h a t should I do? ……w h a t SHOULD I //DO//? ‘  It was c l e a r - this wasn’t of…unpowered presence, m u c h stronger….than /any/ she’s faced before. The Sternritter’s heart was racing, “….I m e a n n o h a r m to you. - Arrancar….- but I wish to k n o w your name…..” Spoke loud enough for it to be clarified, not a ‘mumble’ as of before. It was obvious he was gazing toward her, and she was engaging in direct verbalization with him.  B u t…w h a t will they do? Attack? W h a t?  She was waiting. And r e a d y.  

        𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞. 𝐂𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭, 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞.

        𝐎𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰, 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞.

        𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, “ℕ𝕠? 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖? 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟?” 𝐔𝐥𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝.

        𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

        𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝, “𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕪…”

I hope enjoy this art guys, of Sternritter Neø. 💙