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« on: August 24, 2013, 01:02:11 pm »
"I am not choosing you Garfield! My brother would do a much more satisfying job of killing you." she said to him. Her eyebrow twitched in annoyance as she faced Death. "Listen up you big jerk because you somehow think that you being a big ol god of death is supposed to impress someone. Well it's not, ooo you reap souls, oo I live in a lonely world of death and gloom and angsty teenage fashion choices." stumbling slightly at the sudden stop. She caught herself and straightened up. She glared up at him, hands on her hips. "I won't be giving you anyone's life, nor will you be choosing. I am a Dracone, and we always find ways around things. Us mortals make you sick, hmph you make me sick. Gods, sadly don't understand they act like petty children most of the time." she flicked a lock of hair out her face. "Our chit chat is finished and we shall take our leave, but don't worry I will be back. You've incurred my wrath Death God and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."