Tag: Thana

Who wants to join a God of Death Party?

elaynab-writing:

We all have so many different interpretations of Gods of Deaths…different characters, different OCs…so why not tell me about yours?

I’ll post about mine later!

I have like one proper God of Death OC, though I just refer to her as Death.

Her name is Thana. She is always noted to be lacking in any sort of colour on her actually body part from white. Her hair is bleached bone white, her eyes are white and her skin like paper-white. She wears almost all black apart from the bandages that cover her arms, legs and upper torso.

Even though she’s Death, she’s also technically Life as well. All souls come from her in the beginning and return to her in the end. The world she lives in, the world she created, is filled with creatures she also created.

Originally, she was a normal girl. Just with a demon in her shadow, an interest in defying the laws of magic and physics, and a tendency to experiment with humans and animals. Ya know, ordinary stuff.

Then shit went down and she ended up becoming Death/Life. 

Also destroyed her first world and created a new one.

by the seaside

The sand was black. The sea wasn’t much better, dark grey waves lapped at the shore, bringing up secrets that were better left undiscovered.

Thana liked it this way. With her white hair and pale skin and silver eyes, she could safely be called the only speck of brightness on the entire beach.

Could it really be called sand though? The sand was made from the crushed bones of those who had tried to stop her from taking what was hers, stained black by her own darkness. 

Bare feet padded across the coarse surface until they came to a stop. Thana leaned down and picked up a bleached white skull.

Turning it side to side in her hands, she stared out at the ocean she had created a long time ago. Lurking far beneath the surface was Leviathan, stretching out across the sea floor for miles and miles, always ready to rise and come to her.

Everything was hers, everything answered to her. Good is bad. Bad is good. Love is hate. Hate is love. Life is death. Death is life. Underland was not created to adhere to the same rules as the Other World, it was made to adhere to her rules. Here, her word was absolute. Here, she alone was Queen. All came to her in the end.

She smiled, showing two rows of sharp, sharp teeth. The skull smiled back.

@writersloth @strawberryspaceship @rosella1356