| 12 Nov 2004 | Light Angel in camouflage | Loading... | |
| 6 Dec 2004 | Sarra_wildmage | Loading...He looks so mischevious, and friendly. Kinda sweet... Pay no attention to the scythe behind my back  | |
| 20 Apr 2005 | The Nameless Namer | Loading...He has a rather devious smile on his face. While he holds his scythe behind his back, he bows courteously. "I am Death, at your service, milady." He outstretches his hand, beckoning, waiting for you to make the next move... | |
| 29 Jul 2005 | BreAnna "Ashen Sparrow" Hoppe | Loading...Not exactly a unique design. Even so, the feeling is excellent. An unexpectedly pleasant find. | |
| 9 Dec 2005 | Tiger Flame | Loading...Damnit why does every one think that evil guys have to be named Morgan Gaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!! oh well nice picture | |
| 4 Mar 2006 | Lauren Burkhalter | Loading...He does look mischievous, but in a good way, like he loves his job but taking dead people to the next place isn't everything to him, he is probly beckoning to some young girl who was killed tragicly, i bet he will dance with her (or something romantic to that nature)........ "slowly she takes his hand, and he twirls her around smilling with a look of mischief in his eyes. What is to become of the girl and himself will remain a mystery that only they know the answer too. Finaly death has a compainion" | |
| 21 Jun 2006 | Anonymous | Loading...He's way 2 cute 2 be death!!!! | |
| 22 Jul 2006 | Nuka Dragonedge | Loading...hes so cute! i think im starting to love death well not in a way that id whant to die but more like im in love with him he sorta reminds me of "Shadow" a charector i drew a long time ago if im talking to much tell me and i he is so cute!!! cute cute cute!!!
cant you tell i think hes CUTE!? | |
| 25 Jan 2009 | Andrea Lee Turner | Loading..."...He reaches out his glove-swathed hand, an unknown lust smoldering behind his shuttered lids... You feel your legs moving, but are hardly aware, for you are caught, suspended, in his deep, knowing eyes-- He calls out an amorous verse to you in a deep, dark, silken drawl, ’Come, my love, there is much to discover...’ Slowly, in bone-deep wanting, you take his hand; you feel his soft, strong touch under your own; you are immediately trapped in his arms, his prisoner for eternity..."
Lovely pic, by the way... Where you get your inspiration only the trees know... | |