Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead
Moulded from rot and souls, Loimos is born as an undead, as a skeleton. An undead linked to the weakest category of its kind, yet, he has something no other of the dead have. He is pure. Follow the journey of Loimos as he fulfils his duty and hunts down the living with extreme prejudice and faces off with the hypocrisy of those who live in death. In a world thriving with life, magic and heroes, he stands as the solution and its end.
Beach Talk
Under the resplendent heat of a warm sun, four women were lavishly laying upon towels of pure cotton, enjoying the rays hitting against their exposed skin.
"Still a bit weird, those swimwear things, feels like parading around in my underwear" one of them voiced out, with black hair tied in a ponytail, shielding her green eyes from the blinding light.
"It's all the new rage, no clue what they are made from but it's not a bad idea, really helps show of your attributes as well, or lack thereof, I suppose" another one spoke up, clearly the one behind the entire idea, her short bright blonde hair laying directly against the soft white sand.