Death is a lanky fella. Though he still looked at least partly human, there were still parts of him that seemed abnormal; Ghost white skin, black iris' that seemed to droop down a little making more of the whites of his eyes show up than normal. He had deep, dark black bags under his eyes, his cheek bones sunk in a little and his chin stopped at a rounded point. He always wore this black tuxedo that seemed just a few sizes to big on him.
The gloves. He was always wearing these gloves. Black, long gloves. They go up near his elbows and he will always refuse to take them off unless need be. They conceal his power, his hands hold the power to take life.
The smallest touch from his bear hands, even if its just a finger, it can make flora wilt and the fauna die.
Death hates who he is, he's always wished to be able to bring life, not take it. But he cannot mess with the circle of life, for if he did, chaos would come and earth would not make it.
But he wont hurt anyone if he only just dreams, right?
Just dream death.
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Dancing with Death
FantasiDeath was often misunderstood, he was always taken for a cruel heartless entity. But that was not the case. He adored the living, he adored the beauty of the world. The flora, the fauna. It brought a smile to his cold lips. He would hide around...
