WHO: Death and Open to the other Horsegirls WHAT: Horse Girl Annual Meet Up WHERE: Central Park WHEN: Thursday evening RATING: TBD but probably somewhat creepy
Death did not go out much. She saw no point in it, which was probably her own sort of nihilism going on but it wasn't something that made her sad or lonely. There was a comfort in being surrounded by the dying, as she had no place among the living. Not for a while. Still she made the effort. She had a place in this city, and she maintained at least an appearance. It made people more comfortable, despite having no need of money.
Today she'd chosen the park because it was, in it's own way, rather beautiful. Especially at night. It was a good place to meet. Neutral, with no real ties to any of them and big enough to keep them all occupied if they wanted it. Her sisters were, pun intended, far more livelier then her after all. She'd send out a call, request more then anything for no one was truly their leader and no one could make any of them go where they did not wish, and sat on a bench quietly waiting. Around her no sound of birds or insect was heard. Animals always knew.