The night was dark and the street lights out. They alleys, the sideways, the people which still dared to show their faces, they had a smell burdened onto them and that smell was of no good nature. It was a smell which could only be compared to the incredible disgust which a mixture of urine and feces call forth, which by the way farmers often use to dung their fields. Yes, the town he found himself in smelled rotten. The people smelled rotten, even the materials used to build the buildings of this town smelled rotten although hardly any of those could even rot in the end, but they still carried on this smell of death and decay. The smell in which that city was drenched truly was something worth vomiting over, but of course that is entirely besides the point of this post.
In fact, Nocturnus was walking down one of the many streets which had been built over the modern days of this city known as Karakura Town. The street in which Nocturnus was walking was smelling even worse than most of the others, but of course he did not do this to keep his figure slim, but much rather in order to find prey. Truth be told, the Bounto was on the hunt, if he would find something was something which did not concern him at that point, but he knew that if he would indeed find a being with spiritual energy worth the pain of killing it, then he would only be as quick as needed. For there could always show up an uninvited guest which might prove better nutrition to the old, old male Bounto.
OOC: Yes this is indeed a shitty post, but I did not feel the need to shit out a whole bunch of random crap.
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