A lonely Arrancar in the center of The White Desert, if there was such a thing as a center of this place. He was simply sitting in the sand stairing off at the sky. The clothing he wore were slightly ripped due to the age of them and the lack of upkeep. He didnt really care to much for them as they were white, such an empty color. Maybe if he went the human world he could find some clothing with some deep red or maybe some deep navy. But getting to the human world is always so slow, it might be nice on the way there due to the darkness that one has to walk through yet it takes to long for his taste. Any way said Arrancar was bored and was simply waiting for someone to show up, as for some odd reason other Arrancar also wonder in this open plot of sand. Maybe this is due to their past of living on it for a long time, who knows but them.
As the Arrancar known as Romulus, simply waited he poked at the ground drawing his name, or more so what he called himself. Its not like Arrancar are given names they call themself what they think they are. His thoughts changed from drawing his name into the sand by why he choosen the name Romulus. As the thought about why he did his head started to hurt so he let it slide by for now to choose another thought, Why is the sky black but the sand white? But in the SS its a blue sky, with dirt and such? Why is this world more...whats the right word....dismal yeah thats it....dismal. His thoughts trailed off for a while as he now curled into a ball laying in the sand somewhat in a state of being awake and asleep at the same time as he waited for something to happen.