
Me and my Reaper Friend
Me and my friend. We’ve been together for a while now. I don’t know what he is, but he calls himself a grim reaper. I call him my friend.
To reapers, ponies are just another race that pass on. They come and they go just as always. Sometimes they will fight with the inevitable, or they may accept what is coming to them and give in. Though sometimes, mistakes are made and deaths mark is put on those who shouldn’t have received them. If that is the case, the reaper is punished by staying be that creature's side until its time has come and to protect them from that which endanger them. The catch is, death's mark is a sentence in itself and until the target is dead, will threaten their lives with constant dangers
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