CHEWING ON ANGEL WINGS

Was it irony that he, a child named after Death itself, would be drawn towards the scent? Decay and rot filled his nose, calling him on. Thanatos was strange. He didn't fear death. No, the idea of it was something he played with in his mind. In his dreams he saw good and bad, strange shadows and soft flowers that lit up a place that would otherwise be dark. Death, the boy told himself, was what one made of it. It was neither horror nor beauty, but a mix of what could be or perhaps even should be. The quiet boy would prick his ears as he drew near. Yes, quietness, a pace all his own, these were things that Thany had kept as he got older. But the youth, not even yet a year, was growing bolder. He might not be eager to jump into some fray, or to openly socialize in groups, but he knew that he was not just part of the background any longer.

What he saw was something unlike anything he'd ever witnessed or heard of. A female, over the corpse of some wolfen creature. Thany would watch, but not horrified. To him it was... fascinating. How she seemed to whine over the deceased... it was not being used as food. It seemed to be a way of... honoring the deceased. To protect their very corpse and keep them safe. The child known as death would come closer, his eyes bright as he looked to the female. "You love... and honor her... by not letting... her corpse... go." His words were spoken slowly, yet not unkindly. He would dip his head. 

"Lucky she was... to be... loved..."