five min drill: and into deaths enshadowed eyes she stared, long and hard like her life had been. As the reaper slowly pulled back his scathe named Time, she remain unmoved and defiant. For a moment it seemed Death blink inside his hooded umbra. Her arm shot out, hand locked into a claw. She aimed stright for Deaths heart, his robes felt like silk ice, and as she tore past the sound of frost cracking muffled glass soflty eminated from him. She felt soft wet flesh next, like that of an aging fish. Her fingers wrapped round an organ and she pulled it out. It feel like pulling a weed from mud, slight moments of resistance and roots snapped. She held it out between them. A cold inky black heart rest still upon her palm. blue fox flame danced around the heart. silly girl, i lost my soul sometime ago, its why i search Aflick of his wrist, and a line of white hot pain on her neck was the rest of her short existance.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 18:09:13 +0000