Death Kiss 4
#4 of death kiss chapter. 4 i put the kettle on than i sit on a chair by the kitchen table my long legs out stretched underneath it. i sigh as i know i have to start working around the house than i smile as i hear the shower turn on.
Poem: Death's Kiss
Grip they bleed themselves into your mouth you can't resist the smell death has now taken you be you slave or lover nothing can be changed you're theirs forever
Death Comes to Me
A tragedy awaits my eyes today, for death hath checked his schedule i hear. with scythe in hand, decends doth he to earth. collecting toll today i owe is why he now reveals his truest face for me.
Hunting Death- Prologue
Ideally if we can avoid all of the bad ones and collect as many of the good ones as possible we may be able to fight back our own deaths. of course if we hide as the unicorns do, death would still find us.
Hunting Death- Departure
A scent up ahead of me causes me to stop dead in my tracks.
Poem: Life & Death
Do not have the power seraphs can do naught, but go patrol life and death can be happy or sad death can not win in life's own gladness life can not win, because death's so mad
Death... Is it truly the end?
Keep us warm- with your eternal memories days will pass, months, years we may forget you momentarily- but never shall we efface your voice from our ears in your final hour, your final breath those you touched felt something- alas, it was death
Hunting Death- Mischief
#16 of hunting death **mischief** people watching is boring.
Hunting Death- On the Rooftops
My first priority is to find somewhere where i can locate someone who will be able to help prevent my own death.
Life after Death
## life after death this story starts nine years after the death of malafor. humans have made peace with with the guardians and others in the dragon realms.
The Birth of the White Death
They muttered to themselves asking what it was, only to be turned to and be told "its white death, that's what it is." the beaten elf sat there on the ground, humiliated and broken.
"Death Song of the Ceruni"
"o dear goddess," did i cry, "have the heart to tell me why, when i have spent my days and nights, not quite dead, yet not alive, am i shrouded in your holy light?