[Maliki]

-Veleius stood alone atop a moutain in some distant part of the wasteland. His scythe in hand, thoughts of ending his own life to remove himself from the throne of thanatos passing his mind. He had run his course. No possible way of retuning his love to him. His eyes closed, his deep black hair blowing in the wind, his hood was pulled back. He was exposed for the half beast he really was. Only one person had seen his face... and she had found another. His scythe gleamed in the moonlight. A single tear rode down his muzzle, he opened his eyes and looked up to the moon, drawing in a deep breath before releasing a resounding roar. Holding his scythe infront of him, blade turned towards his chest. He recited a slow prayer...-