Mortos
Legacy Name: Mortos

As you walk down an empty dark path of broken dead woods, you can hear the crows caw softly in the trees. The occasional hoot could be heard from the owls that were searching for prey during the night. A chill runs up your spine as you look around nervously. You turn suddenly as you feel a chilling gush of air blow past you. In the darkness you see something shine in moonlight, then suddenly two large glowing yellow eyes appear under the shine. From the darkness steps a reaper, his scythe secured to his back. You can barely make out the skeletal shape of his face under his dark hood, "Why are you here? What do you want..?" his voice echoes eerily. You explain that you had lost your way and you were simply trying to find your way back.

The reaper simply turns in reply, lifting a skeletal hand in dismissal, "Very well. Be gone then.. Though I cannot promise you safe travels in this place.." You shudder for a moment and walk over to him, questioning what he meant, "This place is haunted. The souls of the damned still walk the plagued Earth." He turns his head to stare at you with his glowing eyes, "I suppose you can stay with me until the sun rises.. And the souls go back to rest during the day..." He sighs quietly and beckons you to follow him. He pushes back a branch and you notice a small path before him, leading to a dark and run down cottage. You couldn't possibly trust him, but it was better than being torn apart by angry unsettled spirits. You decide against your better judgement and follow him down the path, your eyes darting at your surroundings as you walk silently. The grass is purple, and like the rest of the woods, the trees bare and lifeless. The cottage was set perfectly under the moonlight, it was actually quite lovely for being in such an awful place. The reaper went to unlock the door which creaked as he pushed it open. He would stand there, allowing you to enter first.

As you step inside, you are caught off guard. The scent of fresh baked cookies hits you like a ton of bricks. You look around blankly at the cottage before noticing a young woman by the fire, baking delicious cookies! She looks over at you and smiles, "Oh Mortos! You brought home a friend!" she gets to her feet and removes her oven mits to greet you and shake your hand, "My name is Dienna, what's yours?" she smiles, her green and black dreadfalls flopping over her shoulder. You share your name and she nods, "A pleasure to meet you. I'm almost done baking cookies! Would you like some?" They did smell quite delicious.

Mortos, which you are assuming is this reapers name, sits back in a throne that was obviously his. It was decorated in bones, and the fabric matched that which covered his entire body. Dienna quickly goes over to the fire, putting her mits back on and pulling out the cookies to set them on a nearby rack to cool, she would walk back over and sit on Mortos' lap. He would gently drape a bony arm around the woman, "I'm sure Mortos didn't introduce himself." she would say. The reapers eyes glanced down at the girl, clearly not pleased by her openness, "He's a bit shy.. and a bit grumpy. But he's a sweetheart once you get to know him." she chuckles quietly. Mortos echos out a long sigh. He hated being described as anything positive, as his goal was to be death itself.

-WIP-

Originally coded by: dreamsky