Death is a wonderful thing (Open!)

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  • Hollowed followed Death, making a strange purring/rumbling noise.


    Zenera slouched up against the doorway, grinning. "Aw, he likes you!" Zenera commented.


    Jess was sleeping.

  • Death pointed to Hollowed. "If I attempt to pet it will it shoot some kind of venom into my bloodstream and kill me?" He asked, his eyes focused on it.

  • Zenera laughed. "Oh, no. I had his venom removed quite a while ago. Like how you do with a skunk's stink? Yeah, it was getting to be a problem." Zenera picked up Hollowed, who flicked his tongue at her face. Zenera giggled, the sensation like be tickled.


    Hollowed (he flies low to the ground, but wiggles like a worm in a way. Really funny/cute/weird) jumped from Zenera's arm, stopping a little above the floor. He curiously scented Kira.

  • Hollowed flick his purple tongue, and wiggled off the bed. His perfect orange dots seem to move on his black base and he flew about. He settled next to Death again.


    Zenera watched Hollowed carefully. His bites still hurt, and Kira was...weaker than the rest of them. But he didn't do anything, and went back over to Death. A soft smile played on Zenera's lips. When a serpent, an Elven serpent to be exact, became your friend, you had a friend for life. Literally. They live longer than elves, supposedly. Nobody could find out, since everybody died before they could.

  • Zenera watched for a moment as Kira fell asleep easily. She went over to pick up Hollowed, but he refused to move. "He really does like you. Mind if he sleeps by you?" Zenera said quietly to Death.

  • Hollowed Halloween licked Death's fist, his nostrils flaring. He rubbed up against Death's fist, which was about half the size of him. Perhaps only a quarter. Halloween then curled up on Death's pillow, his tail curled around his small dragon like paws.


    Zenera smiled again. "I don't think he's leaving."

  • Death picked up the pillow and put it on the floor. He stood up and got a pillow from the couch and put his head on it, falling asleep instently.

  • Zenera returned to her room. She curled up in her unfamiliar bedsheets, closing her eyes. At first, she meditated, and then fell asleep.


    Hollowed Halloween followed, curling up on Death's feet.