The Pristine Pond of Avian Awesomeness

High above a pond of clear water, where even the bottom of the water body could be seen, a tall narrow tower of clay stood with a wide roof. Above, furrows of dried leaves and twigs were so carefully placed that the tower top had resembled a giant nest. Only a small hole to the side denotes an opening, of which people too lazy to fly could use the winding spiral steps within to reach the top from the bottom or vice-versa.

This place is the nest of Anatidae.

Littered around it were eggs that he had laid, six times bigger than that of an ordinary one. Currently, he seemed to have around sixteen... Oh, it might appear that one of his secret little surprise had been pilfered. Kekeke, best if the poor guy gags to death after eating his poop. El Salvaje has no mercy for those who steal.

Anatidae descended from the skies and started his logistics for the day. First of course he lays one in increase his count by one before arranging a pile for the vanguard designated to attack that whatever Arrancar base whatever. Then, he patiently waits.


Eggs: 10 + 1 secret little surprise + 6 (reserved for Vanguard)