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by Elsworth on Wed Nov 18, 2009 9:23 pm
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.
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