Usohachii_Pot
Prepare....for the 4th Gen.
- 181
- Posts
- 20
- Years
- Age 33
- Somewhere in the Shinou Region
- Seen Jan 4, 2007
The man walked through the dark streets of Necroma, hunting his prey. He clutched his scythe tightly as he went, confident this time he would catch him. The 'prey' in question was Kaeron, the wielder of the Fire Spear, and he was also the man's greatest enemy yet. The man saw Kaeron. ''Your time is long overdue.'' ''Grim Reaper, what a surprise.''
Kaeron twirled his spear and held it out in front of him. He burst into flames, but this didn't hurt him as he was the wielder of the spear. The man, revealing himself to be Death, pulled down his hood. His long silver hair swayed in the wind. Kaeron shot a few balls of fire at Death, but Death closed his eyes and a shadow appeared in fron of him to take the attack.
''Hmm, not bad.'' Kaeron jumped into the air and brought his spear down to hit Death. In defense, Death blocked it with the hilt of his scythe and slashed Kaeron round the stomach.
''Agh!'' Kaeron fell backwards to the ground, his midriff smeared with blood. ''Now, you're mine. Death raised his scythe above him, but a woman jumped down from a roof behind him, picked up Kaeron, and flew off. ''**** it.''
I am offering no explanation for this. Unless, of course, you ask.
(By the way, I own all things Black Pyjamas related, so if you wish to use a character in a roleplay or something, ask me first.)
Kaeron twirled his spear and held it out in front of him. He burst into flames, but this didn't hurt him as he was the wielder of the spear. The man, revealing himself to be Death, pulled down his hood. His long silver hair swayed in the wind. Kaeron shot a few balls of fire at Death, but Death closed his eyes and a shadow appeared in fron of him to take the attack.
''Hmm, not bad.'' Kaeron jumped into the air and brought his spear down to hit Death. In defense, Death blocked it with the hilt of his scythe and slashed Kaeron round the stomach.
''Agh!'' Kaeron fell backwards to the ground, his midriff smeared with blood. ''Now, you're mine. Death raised his scythe above him, but a woman jumped down from a roof behind him, picked up Kaeron, and flew off. ''**** it.''
I am offering no explanation for this. Unless, of course, you ask.
(By the way, I own all things Black Pyjamas related, so if you wish to use a character in a roleplay or something, ask me first.)