The words from Ashamin stuck in his head as he started looking for the Healers. Maybe they can help him get through this rough patch and learn if he can really do this. His gray dead eyes gazed ahead looking at nothing but frozen waste land. It was cold and dank but even the chilling wind could not break his mind off what the wise one said. The day was cloudy, but not stormy, there was a bone chilling wind that would try to cut through the thick scarred hide of the black pelted stallion.

He had no clue where he could find a Time Mender, but he was trying as best as he could. The Basin was frozen and his large body moved through the thick snow as the flakes clung to his pelt trying to get away, but the heat from his body soon killed the small unique turning them into a damp wet on his pelt. A sigh left this maw as the frozen air made a wreath around his demonic horns. What would the Healers say if he comes to them speaking on his Ashamin told him this was his fate by reading the stars. How would the eerie stag even explain this to one that heals so many lives, when he has killed so many. Mortuus knew that he had to do this though, he was always a firm believer in the stars. Hopefully they did not go wrong this time.

How would he find these beautiful women... he wondered further away from Ashamins cave as the wind nipped strongly at his heals. The stag did not let it bother him as he placed his large onyx crown lower to the ground. "Now where would a Time Mender be?" he questioned softly as his dead gaze looked up to see snow flying through the air and making a white haze over the lands of the Basin. His vision was blurred and he could barley see the steps in front of him. How was he going to see another horse in this weather? The small emerald on his left horn glowed brightly in the haze turning it a bright green color as the ghostly gray eyes peered through. His muscled black body was being pulled through the snow like a lifeless zombie looking for its next meal. There was some beauty to his eerie stallion though. His built form and long hanging tresses made him a black ghost but not of the evil kind. Although he had a black heart burning in his chest, an the voices screamed telling him how stupid he was; he ignored it all right now. He wanted to better himself in some way, and he knew this might be his only chance.

@[Enna] or @[Lena] or both will do !
OOC:: Mortuus just left Ashamins cave to find a Time Mender to help explain this idea of him becoming one better. Morrtus still does not understand how the stars came up with this idea, soo play it out how ever you like! thank you ! ohh and i promise i will be better at the the other posts i just suck at starting them!