Rigor Mortis

I am Yggdrasil. I take care of those who died. I send out new life to the newborns. But everyone needs help. Grim Reapers guide the souls to me so I can help them return to their loved ones. Or give them a new body. But now I need more help. I am under attack. The evil forces are rising in our world. Evil forces create monsters. So I called for help. I called for Death. A wolf. But he isn't a pure wolf. Death himself is not a pure wolf. A small part of him is dog. But no one should worry about that since Death is a pure soul. He is a thought, something that happens sooner or later. Now he is more than a thought or something that happens. He is a person. Someone that must help me. The wolf that guides the dead like a Grim Reaper, learns the Ways from him that finds him first. The wolf that stands his ground and doesn't let anyone in, creating a safe place. The one that watches over me, Yggdrasil, untill I fall apart. He will be granted two bodies to fulfill his task and he will be granted two minds that work together to fulfill his task. He has the ability to switch whenever he wants or needs to. He will keep strangers and dangers out. He is not one of the living.

He will fly to me when the time has come and the evil forces grow stronger. How much one tries to fight them off, they are only growing. The source is moving closer to me. I can almost feel his sharp hooves clawing at my trunk. I can almost hear his chilling roar. I can almost smell his dissolving body coming closer. And I can also almost feel his angular horn tearing me apart, stealing the souls I protect with what I got. But it's too much and I'm falling apart. Fly to me when I need you the most. Use Icarus to reach me. When the evil source is near, you'll know. There is nothing you can do before that happens. Just live you life. Do what you are asked to do. Be Death, be kind. Stay innocent. You are the eagle of Icarus. The wolf of Rigor Mortis.