(( Hey guys, I'm new to the forums. Glad to be here and be able to share my stories I write that I sometimes get help with from my good friend; Iron. Well, here's something he and I worked on. ANY QUESTIONS AND DON'T BE AFRAID TO ASK! :biggrin: ))
Spoiler ShowThe hard constant rain of Blake's homeworld could be heard hammering the stone roof of the old academy, now long abandoned for unknown reasons. The only noise that could be heard through the rain was Clover's footsteps hitting the solid floor as she proceeded through towards her destination. The echoing tap tap tap of her new footwear which was a part of her new Grim Reaper get-up could be heard clearly through the rain, like a scream of death through the crowd at a train station. Today Clover didn't feel like wearing all of reaper her outfit, it had been so long since she wore normal clothing, atleast 10 years. She still appeared as a teenager, even though she was 25, she even felt like one on the inside. This was possibly a side-effect of being in reaper-form for so long. She was still short, her eyes like puddles of water in a dark alley at night, so murky you could just barely see the years of pain behind them. The dark shade of blue was as a night-time sky without stars. A wise-man would say there is a special message behind this, as if she were searching for her light but could not find it. The years of pain causing constant reminders of her mother's death keeping her on the path of darkness, she strived to get back on the path of light and be as she was before. Her dark hair was as dark as her eyes, over the years it had become a dark shade of black. No signs of her old dark-chocolatey brown color could be seen anymore. Clover stopped, turning to her right she pressed a brick jutting out of the wall back in to reveal a colorless room, it was pure white with strange carvings on the wall. The only source of furniture within was a chair made of a strange metallic material, also pure white. She stepped aside and looked to her left and watched as a figure in the distance came through the wide opening that once had a gate, as the figure came closer it was evident that it was carrying someone wrapped in sheets over their shoulder, no other details could be made of the person and what it was carrying on it's shoulder other then the fact that it wore a simple robe. Clover motioned her hand towards the chair and commanded "Place him there if you would..thank you." she said as the figure, now apparent that it was male, placed the person wrapped in sheets on the white metallic chair.