kenryuko
another day, another life
The Himalayan winds howled at the peak of Mount Everest. A top said mountain stood an armored figure whose cloak danced in the winds under the deadly looking scythe strapped to his back, and a Pegasus that didn't look alive as it skull and several bones showed under the flesh. This was Death, along with his steed, the leader and eldest of the four horsemen of the apocalypse. His piercing blue eyes glowed under his helm as he gazed at the horizon. one of the things he truly enjoyed about the mortal ream was nature, but that would end soon enough though, for the end was near. Oh so very near.