Who: Death and War What: looking out into the vast desert. Where: prymid Status: Locked/Incomplete.
Death stood at the edge of the balcony looking at the city of Cairo. He was lost in his own thoughts lost in what he was. Even his brother. war. He had memories. He could remember a different time. Card play. He could remember training with him and others. His master was ready to strike. But to what end? More death? More fire? He heard the thick metal boots and the heated radiating from the body. "War." He greeted. Looking out into the city. "Awake from your nap I see." He didn't turn his head. "They are coming." He squinted and in the distance, he could see the blackbird. "Master is still in his chamber. Shall we make ourselves known?"