OOC: Well, this is my first RP....Hope it goes well. Only rule is no killing actual people's characters.
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IC:

The wind blowed heavily as a man in a pure black robe with strips of grey cloth hanging from it emerged from the dungeon in a flash of light. Wings sprouted from his back. An onlooker noticed the odd figure, a reaper's outfit, but angel wings. Quickly scurrying away to avoid death, the onlooker was passed out of sight. But the reaper could ssense the eyes on him. Flying close to the ground he approached the man, unseen. A bag over the reaper's left shoulder, a scythe on the right. The reaper gripped the scythe tightly as he grabbed the man with a fist by his shirt, raising him high into the air. The reaper knew how to activate his power, so he muttered his name quickly and quietly in the man's ear. "Morpheus," he tounge lingered on every word. Quickly he felt the man become endured in pain. He held the man by his hairs, gripped his scythe, and slashed the man's head off. It fell to the ground in a soft, quiet thump. Probably higher on the ground, but Morpheus was high in the sky. Holding his newest trophy he flew to his small cottage.

"Nice work, Morpheus..Nice work," he muttered to himself. Lowering himself to the ground he shrunk his wings. Opening the door, he went inside. Quickly opening the basement door he threw down the head. Laughing mischieviously he sat on the ground, awaiting the next night.

Ayla jumped in terror as a body fell from the sky almost crushing her. Her black eyes flashed as she searched for the source of this, tongue flickering out for a heat signal. She let out a low hiss caressing her hair in frustration, its red glittering like the spilt blood. She knelt down and smeared the blood on the back of her hands where a few scant scales absorbed it and her pale skin rejoiced at the colour.

She shook her head muttering to the sky "Poor light will give me no heat, now I must scavenge from the unknown." She sighs and goes back to what she had been following. Sure enough the shape of many feet passing on soft ground were easy to track. She crouched low and leapt up into one of the few trees climbing with the delicious stretch of muscles and enjoying a sweet playful moment as she went to high and caused the tree to creek and grown with her weight. She leant with it, pushed it and pulled it till it set up a chorus of sound, then went still. She watched with sharp eyes and flickered her tongue in and out to see where she had come to and where to go next.

She spares little thought for the smell of dead things to the north as she dived from the tree and set off at a sprint. They were moving so quickly.

Ayla jumped in terror as a body fell from the sky almost crushing her. Her black eyes flashed as she searched for the source of this, tongue flickering out for a heat signal. She let out a low hiss caressing her hair in frustration, its red glittering like the spilt blood. She knelt down and smeared the blood on the back of her hands where a few scant scales absorbed it and her pale skin rejoiced at the colour.

She shook her head muttering to the sky "Poor light will give me no heat, now I must scavenge from the unknown." She sighs and goes back to what she had been following. Sure enough the shape of many feet passing on soft ground were easy to track. She crouched low and leapt up into one of the few trees climbing with the delicious stretch of muscles and enjoying a sweet playful moment as she went to high and caused the tree to creek and grown with her weight. She leant with it, pushed it and pulled it till it set up a chorus of sound, then went still. She watched with sharp eyes and flickered her tongue in and out to see where she had come to and where to go next.

She spares little thought for the smell of dead things to the north as she dived from the tree and set off at a sprint. They were moving so quickly.