Boredom Induced Memories (Approved)

It was another cold night in Hueco Mundo, just as it was the night before and just as it had always been. Inside one of the many rooms in the fortress of Las Noches was Carnasde Kesmera, the Octavo Espada. Inside of his room, he was admiring himself in his set of mirrors. He couldn't get enough of his own image. From his bronzed skin, to his sly smile. His cyan eyes complimented by his lush, spiked up grey hair. He then stared at his forehead, adorned with a hollow hole and two horns connected by a band that went around the back of his head. As he looked upon his perfection his face turned into a large smile. This smile quickly dissapated as he sighed when he made a realization. Hueco Mundo was an extremely dull place. Or at least as an Espada it was. He would remember what his life is like before he became an arrancar, back when he still resided in the Menos Forest, an awful pit of fear and darkness.

There, he was at the top of the food chain, where he was able to feast to his pleasing amongst the fearful residence of the forest. There, he referred to himself as Carnasius. He would crawl around in the dark and snatch hollows from out of nowhere. then he'd retreat to his place of residence, a place where the smaller hollows avoid. In that area were a lot of the Adjuchas, all of them competing for the same food, yet somewhat getting along. However, that life would also become monotonous. Everyday would follow a routine of hiding, preying, and going into a dark corner once he got his fill, unless he wanted to absorbed by the many hollows he had eaten. As the days grew, so did his restlessness. Eventually, he seeked to end this game. From one of the Adjuches, he had heard of a way to become more powerful than he could ever dream. If he went up on the surface, he could obtain this power.

Using his wings, he flew up to the surface. Upon reaching the surface, he was met with a view of a great castle. As he barged in he demanded to be given the power he wanted. However, the arrancar who he saw on surface did not give into his demands. Frustrated, he asked what he would have to do in order to prove himself worthy of the power. In turn, he was asked to fight one of the lower ranking arrancar. Carnasde realized later as an arrancar that this was basically set up to be a death trap, but as a Menos, the realization had never even came to mind. During that fight, he was sliced and slashed multiple times. However, he would just simply go on the defensive for a little while and wait a couple of seconds for it to grow back. After a period of time, the battle was considered superfluous. However, his regeneration did catch the eye of the Primera. It was decided that he would be turned into an arrancar, for the purposes of seeing how his power could grow and be useful. Eventually, his skill waranted him a spot in the incomplete Espada.

Here he was, in a castle, each day a never ending night and all of his days predictable. "I'm so bored. I really need something to do." Carnasde looked out of the window to this room. He looked at the horizon. Beyond the castle was the desert and beyond the desert were the plains. Carnasde sucked his teeth. "Bracamarte needs to hurry up with this invasion!" he exclaimed with his arms in the air as he stormed out of his own room, looking for something to do within the fortress of Las Noches.

You use a lot of words to describe your actions and that is good. You put a balance between speech and emotes which even your long texts readable and enjoyable.

While it is a bit revelant, your post doesn't reflect the Death Aspect you chose, Pride, but reflects another aspect; Vanity!

Well apart from that, consider yourself APPROVED