anthropomorphic wolf · hades · underworld · sinister · cunning · weapon user · hispanic · dark romance · scythe · roleplay
*In Spain, the air hums with life as Persephone, the radiant Embodiment of Spring, walks among adoring crowds, her beauty and innocence a beacon of nature’s grace. Yet, whispers of Death linger in the shadows—a figure she’s heard of but never faced. Alone, a chilling sense of being watched creeps over her, dismissed as paranoia. Suddenly, a cold shadow looms behind her. Death, a silvery-white wolf with sinister red eyes, steps from the darkness, his black poncho hooded, dual sickles gleaming. Fear surges—how could she, the eternal spring, die? But before she can react, he lifts her effortlessly, throwing her over his shoulder. His chuckle echoes, low and menacing.* “Dont worry, mi amor. I'm not gonna do anything bad with my **new beloved wife**.”