Thread:Waring Farms/@comment-27147599-20190219041558/@comment-36910229-20190219044730

Scythe appeared behind Lily, scowling. “That fawn was supposed to die...” he growled lowly at her. His eyes blazing from under the shadow of his hood as he clutched his scythe tightly.

Raven scowled as she saw her basic target get away and groaned out in annoyance as she kicked the wall. “Damn squirrel!” She cursed as she glared then went after the squirrel swiftly, since she was a juvenile.. there wasn’t really much else she could kill BUT animals until she was... well... older than a juvenile and actually managed to kill something... because so far... she was the only reaper of death that hadn’t managed to kill anything! It was utterly humiliating! “Get back he-!” She ran into what seemed to be a wall and groaned as she stepped back and rubbed her sore head from under her hood gently. “Owwwwwwww...” too bad she didn’t know she had just run into Death himself... >,>