Shadow/male/two years/Not telling/Feeling scared/Tags Open
In a shadowed grove slept a big black wolf, beside him lay his scythe. This was death, and he tried to sleep when ever he could between his job and his depression. He chose the grove because it was peaceful, quiet, and beautiful. Death twitched in his sleep, he was dreaming and it wasn't a good one.
Darkness, barren wastelands, His companions dead all around him, and a dark shadowy figure with red eyes beckoning him. He snarled and leaped at the shadow to avenge his comrades but the shadow disappeared leaving nothing but a spine chilling chuckle while his eyes faded. Death woke up and jumped to his paws. He looked around but found nothing but some birds he startled in to flight. He sat down and tried to calm his panicked breathing.