Heather. A witch of old who looks young. A witch who was once tanned but know ghostly pale. A witch who once had midnight black hair that was know snow white with age. A witch who was cursed as the mistress of death. Great. She can not die. A witch...
Heather was rocking on a chair. Her eyes were closed. Her beautiful emerald green eyes. So bright. Her once midnight black hair was white with age. Her once tanned skin was ghostly pale. But. She was alone. Well. She had death. Or as she now him. Thanatos. He would visit her when ever he could. He would warn her when someone close to her was close to death. He tried. He really did. But. Fate was a bitch. But. Thanatos was. Well. He was kind. Gently. Nothing as the story's say he is. He carried a scythe yes. But. He truly did care for her.
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He currently has his scythe sat down as he did her hair. That was another thing that changed. It was longer. Much. Much longer. His fingers gently gather half of her hair as he put it in a bun. Her hair was snow what.it was so long that is slightly dragged as she walked. She took in a deep breath. Then. He spoke. "I'm sorry mistress. But. I do not chose who dies and who lives. But. Maybe. You can escape." He could not continue as his duty called. "Apologies-" she cut him off. "Do not apologize. I understand." He but nodded and left. Heather stood. She walked to the mirror and looked at her reflection. She wore a black dress with clue outlines. It had a bit of a start theme. She took in a breath. Then. And idea hit her. The vail of death. With that thought she all but ran to that area. Not thinking twice she went through it.
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A scream was heard. A scream. Dragon looked at the door and continued to pace. Then. A baby cry. He all but ran into the room. His son was born. But. He froze. A daughter. He had a daughter. A beautiful baby girl with his tanned skin and black hair. He held her. And. She looked at him. His breath was taken away at the sight. Beautiful emerald green eyes. Then. He froze. She was going to be a looker. And. He'll be damed if anyone he does not approve of lays a finger on her. "Keiko. Monkey. D. Keiko."
