Chapter 9

Sorry that I have been missing again, school is up my butt like a stick and I'm trying to keep my grades at a good letter. Also I wanted to ask your opinions on which class I should level up next in WoW: Shaman or Monk? Both healers (you don't have to answer; I'm just curious what everyone else prefers/thinks). But anyway, let's return to this story.

Yep they were idiots all right. Fury and Aivana found the two boys running around… chasing a squirrel.

"Ima get it War! I am way faster then you!" Strife jeered, prancing and dashing all over the place. Aivana could have sworn he was making skid marks on the ground. Suddenly Strife lost his footing and flew forward, colliding into War's side, only causing him to whine while War just glared at him.

"Damn! Even in a different body, you're as strong as freaking iron!" Strife said, continuing to whine, faking most of his pain for show. Aivana didn't see it as a show though and immediately ran over to him.

Strife felt her petting his head and glanced at her. She was smiling at him.

"You're goofy!" Aivana giggled. Strife stuck his tongue out and chuckled.

"I've never been called "goofy" before. Is that an insult on Earth? I should add it to my book: "Names I have been called"." Strife said. Aivana giggled again.

"Hey, where's the wet blanket, Fury?" Strife asked, not seeing Death anywhere. Fury rolled her eyes.

"He went to the other side of the fence. I think he found something and wanted to get a closer look." Fury said. War started walking where Fury had gestured. Aivana looked over at him.

"Where are you going?" She asked. War kept walking.

"I'm going to see what Death found." War called over his shoulder. Aivana got to her feet and ran after him.

"I want to see too!" She exclaimed, catching up with War, but running past him in hopes to reach Death first.

War and the other two chased after her and easily caught up. They reached the other side of the fence and Death was no where to be seen. This made the other horsemen wonder.

"Where is he?" Aivana asked, voicing their same question. Strife stuck his nose in the air and started sniffing. Fury and War eyed him.

"What are you doing?" War asked.

"Isn't this what dogs do when they want to find something? They use their nose right?" Strife asked, continuing to sniff and walking alongside the fence.

"How are you going to find Death without his scent? Don't tell me you sniff him on a regular basis or something." Fury said, giving him a doubtful look. Strife smirked, well smirked as best he could as a dog.

"Only sometimes." Strife teased, making his siblings roll their eyes.