At one point in Time and Space, I was Death's Mare. However, he abandoned me, long, long ago. As a result, I cannot die. As for my actual age; I honestly cannot remember. However, I know that I have lived for many millenia; I stopped counting a long time ago. Funny how eternity can grow so boring. Wandering aimlessly seems to do that, especially over the course of countless centuries, having no one to accompany you.
As for how I was brought into creation...
When God created the first spec of Life, He created Death and I, believing he needed a loyal sense of transport. He was usually pretty calm, silent as he gently carried souls to the Hereafter. I watched humanity grow and thrive. Humans really are interesting creatures... However. they are quite loud, violent, and cruel, bringing simple judgement upon something they cannot understand, out of fear. It's quite sad, really. Abandoned by my master, I roam the empty fields, the high peaks of the mighty mountains, only stopping where I cannot go. Searching for a worthy rider... Are you worthy enough to be called my master? (Will add more later. D:)
As for how I was brought into creation...
When God created the first spec of Life, He created Death and I, believing he needed a loyal sense of transport. He was usually pretty calm, silent as he gently carried souls to the Hereafter. I watched humanity grow and thrive. Humans really are interesting creatures... However. they are quite loud, violent, and cruel, bringing simple judgement upon something they cannot understand, out of fear. It's quite sad, really. Abandoned by my master, I roam the empty fields, the high peaks of the mighty mountains, only stopping where I cannot go. Searching for a worthy rider... Are you worthy enough to be called my master? (Will add more later. D:)