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-Death and The Human- {Closed with piercedidiot}

                                                                                                                  Silence was strong; thick and suffocating of these ruins.                                                                                                                   The church fallen to shambles with age as nature                                                                                                                   consumed it brick remains. Head stones standing from the                                                                                                                   earth to mark those of the deceased, the deathly one to sit                                                                                                                   upon a weeping angel statue alone within the fog of                                                                                                                   solitude. Petite digits to hold a rice ball to her lips, teeth to                                                                                                                   reach past and bite into it, chewing the human nourishment                                                                                                                   before swallowing it to the depths of her form. It did no                                                                                                                   good to her as human food to not help her body,                                                                                                                   it was merely a delight to taste such wonders.                                                                                                                   Silence, that to all be heard as grey optics to gaze around.                                                                                                                   She had no souls to reap;                                                                                                                   her underlings to do such a thing.

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slyxseragaki  ,  askjackfrostynips  ,  fiercexsouls  ,  baizhou  ,  tytanos  ,  androidisms

               ::Who... are you?::

                                                                                                                The deathly one to question quietly, mouth to be hidden                                                                                                                 behind a soft pink sleep of her sweater.                                                                                                                 Kurono was not use to guests here and rightly so seeing                                                                                                                 as it is an old church ruins, adorned by a graveyard                                                                                                                 of equal mess. Legs to dangle from the base                                                                                                                 of the weeping angel statue her form to rest upon.

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chateaux-en-ciel  ,  milkteadoll  ,  demureartist

::Have you brought me food?::

                                                                                                                         Voice to be quiet and soft as if that of a small childs                                                                                                                          and yet to belong to the miss to whom sat quietly                                                                                                                          on a weeping angel statue.                                                                                                                          Petite hands to gently pluck her lollipop from her mouth                                                                                                                          before the deathly one to tilt her head,                                                                                                                          hazy grey hues to watch the stranger.

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intelligentmartyr  ,  curetrix  ,  queenxofxcommitteexchairman  ,  fiercexhime  ,  fearmongrel  ,  girlyboyshun  ,  failed-experiment01  ,  absymalwinds  ,  vastxexpanse  ,  stainedteethx  ,  rikxto

                                                                                                             The deathly one to gaze longingly through a bakery window,                                                                                                              eyes to gamble between all the assorted cakes                                                                                                              and pastry treats. Silence thick around her as petite,                                                                                                              gloved hands to wander up and touch the glass,                                                                                                              wanting in but fighting to not do so.                                                                                                              The woman working the shop being near her death,                                                                                                              if Kurono to touch her, the miss to never                                                                                                              have her final goodbyes to loved ones while the disease                                                                                                              festering in her chest to consume her.                                                                                                              Now for one to think of it, she was torn                                                                                                              between the soul and the sweets.                               What to be the choice?

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Death and The Cat {Closed with stainedglassdemon}

                                                                                                                         Alone and quite so, Kurono to sit quietly                                                                                                                          upon a park swing, slightly movements as her feet                                                                                                                          to push against the wood chip covered ground.                                                                                                                          It was quiet and her reapers were out                                                                                                                          taking care of the balance in life and death.                                                                                                                          Sometimes she to miss the action of claiming souls                                                                                                                          but there are far too many in the universe for Death                                                                                                                          to claim alone. In the end, all souls went to her                                                                                                                          either way. Chocolate squares to be broken                                                                                                                          from a single bar, popped softly into her mouth                                                                                                                          where she to let it melt before completely                                                                                                                          consuming its form. Another boring day.

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-Open;

                                                  Cue Kurono to be sitting in a hotsprings alone.