Thread: KIN OF DEATH [ Greeneyed23 x Flamette]

...Taking a step out and adjusting her cloak, and fluffing her hood she could hear the faint rumble of thunder. Then felt the first few drops of rain, Falling upon her face. She merely give a small smile. While watching the town folk scatter like ants. It was just a rain, perfectly harmless rain. Well, whatever. Is what came to mind, as she continued walking down the bazaar. With a freehand grabbing the most plump of the plump of pomegranates, by a near by vendor. Quickly polishing it, with one of her droopy selves. Not bothering to peal the seeds from the skin, she bite into it. A many Connoisseurs would have turned their nose up at her. That isn't how one eats such a fruit. Yet last check, when was the last a Connoisseur of the mortal persuasion, Yes the mortal persuasion. Last acquainted with a being of another dimension? Things worked differently here...but that was come to be expected, here. Not even living organism is said to have same maniacal makeup, or internal system...But with that mind. You would not be dealing with what you think as normal homosapines... Try demons, deities, humanoids and so on. Thought to be nothing but a mere creation of pure fantasy, or to represent one's religious beliefs, or more religious fairytale. Many single minded historians, as others in these certain fields of ' seeking the truths' would think, or say. ..So with that mind. Who's say she couldn't eat such things? When humans would end up being sick from eating things normally shouldn't? Or maybe, it just her her thing...Who's to say? She turned her attention to the rain clouds. Teeth still buried into her bittersweet treat. Blinking her eerier light blue eyes, while watching the thunder play. Knowing her father would have a coronary, if she wasn't home when storm officially hit. He real took the fun out of being rebellious. She was just to good of a daughter. She worried for her father's well binging, and his state of mental health. It was actually quite funny, for her to worry about such. When her father wasn't so much alive, or dead for that matter..just was.. But even he was not without, his own state of physical and mental health. Even Death can carry stress and burden on his shoulders...His main vex..Being a signal parent. And like any normal teen, she so got off tormenting her father..The power she carried..But he was still her best friend. They had what any could call a healthy relationship. With all trappings..such as a fights, then the makeups, no more then a hour later. The FatherDaughter understand was complex one, without having mother around to balance it. He just wanted her safe and wordily. Yet some how, it back fired and he ended up becoming slathered then worldly... But he was Death, he wasn't going anywhere soon..They have all the time, in the world. greedy he hoped she would never leave. She was his world..She helped justified something to him, and something this universe.. ------------------------- Her home, a looming manor over looking their main city state. Sitting on the outskirts of a small Forest. Lightly maintain as if to create, kind of fence or wall of protection of him and his daughter...And as if by magic, many flowers and other plant-life, planted by her later mother, had taken root within forest.. It always lifted their sprites, when last snow fall had melted away and reminders of her mother took root once again. ....Some how she STILL arrived late. Time was never on her side, it seemed. Sheepishly trying to seek past the long path. Not running, slowly walking that long walk. Why run to what you know what was awaiting you..Your not so please father, who will go on that rant that you know-by heart. For what will be the 6,000 time. Yet still tried, to some how avoid this. She sheepishly tiptoed up the aged wooden and stone staircase, that lend to the elaborated doors of the manor foyer. Not before removing her boots, holding them in a tight grip. Doing her best to push the door open..however..It seemed door opened to easy...She knew, he knew for sure...But she still had one spint left in her. Once her feet touch the polish archway, made of oak....She bolted to an even grander staircase. Free of spiderwebs and neglected, not would expected the house of Lord reaper himself.. She reached for the bannister, but found her plan of escape was in vain. Her head lowed in her defeat with a sigh..When she head her his smooth, tender voice. Saying simply.. ' explain...' She hated how, he had this mental parent like raydar. Yet this a plight, of all children..No matter their age. All parents gained this edge, moment one become such. SHE COULD NEVER WIN!.