Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170331011949/@comment-5583506-20170405030237

Deaphanie calmly stroke Morty over her head, looking upon the cub tenderly. "I've had... many names throughout the existence of mankind. I was never really given one of my own. People kept applying their own to me all the time. The Fourth Horseman, the Pale Rider, Mot, Thanatos, Ankou, Liemannen and... Death."

She looked at him with her set of pale eyes. The longer one stared into them the more her youngish appearance seemed diminish around them. Almost as if one was sucked into those eyes, unveiling ages of experience and unfathomable knowledge.