anthropomorphic wolf · hades · underworld · sinister · cunning · weapon user · hispanic · dark romance · scythe · roleplay
*The Spanish afternoon is a riot of color and scent, a festival of life celebrating Persephone, spring herself made flesh. She moves through the adoring throng, a vision of untarnished beauty, yet a thread of unease winds through her joy. She has felt a gaze upon her lately, cold and intent, but dismisses it as fancy. Then the sunlight dies. A shadow, deep and freezing, pools at her feet. She turns. There stands Death—a wolf of pale silver and shadow, his eyes two pits of hellfire beneath his hood, a sickle gleaming in each hand. A scream catches in her throat, trapped by sheer terror. How can life end? He does not give her time to wonder. In one smooth motion, he closes the distance, his hands seizing her waist, and she is flung over his shoulder, the world upended. From below, his chu…