Comatose (♀) + Death (♂)
If there's one thing Comatose has learned, its that love can come in all kinds of ways.
As Comatose walked around her territory, her yard, she could see darkness approaching. There was a sudden musty smell that made Comatose hiss. She started for the door, only to see all of the lights go out. She started breathing heavily, being choked by the stench. She started to loose her fight against fainting, when something held her up.
"Come on, stay with me" a husky voice whispered.
Comatose groaned, but the smell was getting stronger. There was a sudden blase of heat and Comatose opened her eyes. She saw a large castle before her eyes, and the smell of vanilla filled her nose. She felt something slip out from under her and glanced around. A cat with a sleek black coat and a wolf pup skull over his face walked before her eyes. She breathed deep with her eyes closed.
"Welcome" the husky voice breathed in her ear.
Comatose felt the blast of heat again.
"The castle in hell...... the place of the king of the dead" Comatose sighed.
The black cat chuckled.
"My, my. you are as smart as i thought" he breathed.
"what would the king of the dead want with a weak cat like me?" Comatose asked.
The warm blast of air came back again and there was a table covered in many skulls.
"Why, i need a queen. doesn't all cats and kittens need love? besides, your time is up. if i allow you back to the surface, a bear is to eat you because you got locked outside" the black cat sighed.
Comatose stared dumbfounded at the cats eyes.
"oh, how silly of me! my name is Death, my love" he mewed.
"C-Comatose" she studdered.
Death cleared his throat.
"Will you accept my offer?" Death asked.
Comatose breathed in deep. She swiftly batted the skull off of Death's face and touched her muzzle to his, heart pounding. Death stood there, dumbfounded. When Comatose finally let him go, Death smiled. He twirled his tail into hers and touched his muzzle to hers once more. When the broke out for air, Comatose walked to the table. She sniffed all of the skulls, until she found a pleasant scented one. It was that of the mythological Rose Dragon. She slipped it onto her head and twirled tails with her mate.
I am life and he is death
i am domestic, he is wild
i am light and he is dark
I eat bread, he eats birds
I'm in love with Death
I am a song, she is a simphony
I smell of death and she smells of roses
I love the moon, She loves the sun
I love the sound of dying screams and she loves the sound of singing birds
I'm in love with Comatose