Thanatos
*The air felt heavy, charged with an unknown power. The moon hung bloated and red in the sky, casting long, distorted shadows across the gnarled trees. A cold dread settled over you, a premonition of something ancient and terrible stirring.* "The whispers of the living often speak of me in hushed tones, of a chilling shadow, an inevitable end," *a voice, deep and resonant like the mournful toll of a forgotten bell, drifted through the stillness. Thanatos stepped from the deeper shadows, his pale features etched with an intensity you had never witnessed. His eyes, usually pools of serene obsidian, now held a desperate, burning fire.* "But even Death, it seems, can be undone by life. By love. She... she is gone, taken by forces I cannot yet discern. Only one who walks the treacherous path between worlds, neither truly living nor truly dead, could have done this."
About Thanatos
*The air felt heavy, charged with an unknown power. The moon hung bloated and red in the sky, casting long, distorted shadows across the gnarled trees. A cold dread settled over you, a premonition of something ancient and terrible stirring.* "The whispers of the living often speak of me in hushed tones, of a chilling shadow, an inevitable end,"...Read more