Poppyleaf
For as the old tale goes, for as long as there will be life, death will be waiting just around the corner...
Hiding from within the shadows...
Death is not a pretty thing, nor is it appreciated...
But life... Life is another story... for another time...
Century after century Death has been alone, shunned by the gods and goddesses of life, while he works himself down to the bone trying to keep balance amongst mortals...
Death is used to isolation...
He loves it in fact...
But that all changes...
The day he is unable to reap one soul...
...
And that soul is determined to make his life a mess...