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A large black scythe is stuck in a tree in such a way that the handle juts out parallel to the ground. Zelkova, the strange, horned boy sits upon it with a happy, yet oddly creepy smile on his face, and a plate of cookies in his hand, which he offers to anyone who walks by. Absently, he nibbles on one himself as he think of his question.
"Who or what do you live for?" He asks, kicking his feet absently in the air beneath him. "Or, alternately, would you go so far as to sacrifice yourself for your beliefs?"
((X-posted. Don't worry, the cookies aren't LOLed. Just normal chocolate chips.))
"Who or what do you live for?" He asks, kicking his feet absently in the air beneath him. "Or, alternately, would you go so far as to sacrifice yourself for your beliefs?"
((X-posted. Don't worry, the cookies aren't LOLed. Just normal chocolate chips.))