As soon as the words slid from his Latin maw a mare appeared in front of his orbs. She was a bay in color with a single horn topping her skull, she was one of the more plain unicorns he had seen, but then again he was only pure black with two horns crowning his skull. He dipped his head down as the wind blew, the frozen flakes he cursed at were finally getting their revenge as they tried to cut into his pale orbs. The wind did show signs of dying down, and the black ghostly stag thought about waiting and continuing his journey until he realized the mare he sought after was right in front of him. Lena you say it was perfect he knew that this was one of the names Ashamin spoke of.

His pale dead eyes gazed back to the cave she pointed to and then back to the frozen waste land that laid around both before he shook his head and smiled at the mare who was very heart warming. His large muscled body turned and stood next to Lena "That would be wonderful Lena, I am Mortuus Nox you may call me Mortuus or Nox." He smiled again waiting for the mare to begin there descent towards the cave. It seemed that caves were the way to go around his place. As he thought on that the ghostly stallion stopped dead in his tracks. The voices came at full force, they wanted him to kill the mare, don't go towards the cave. The screamed and raged at the stallion so loud that he had to wince and try to shake them out, but this time it failed. They did not give in even to him fighting and fighting, a grunt left his maw causing the frozen air to cloud around him. The wind gusted and blew the unique flakes into a dance around the white stage surrounding them. Why wont you STOP he screamed as they began to finally soften their tone and retreat to the back of his brain. He opened his pale dead eyes and looked at the mare with a soft forced smile.

His crown turned to look away as he was embarrassed at this action that the voices caused. He now had to come up with an excuse to cover this action. The black demonic stag waited for the reaction on the mare after it was all over, he was sure it would not go well. The small emerald shined brightly and glowed in the haze of the snow flakes his pale gray eyes glowed bright along with the emerald haze now cased around him. It gave the stallion a ghostly appearance as he stood never to the beautiful mare. Most creatures were beautiful conspired to his looks, although his was very far from ugly. The muscled stallion was quite handsome, his muscles were very well developed and the scars laid like a lace coat over his onyx pelt. Gray cold eyes looked ahead of him like ice, but when they looked into any horses orbs it was as if they could see into their sole. Then his Ebony horns that crowned the ghostly stallions head like the king of the underworld. They pitched back, but then the sharp points aimed for the sky; as the emerald he was so proud of glowed with the only spot of bright color on the stag.

@[Enna] @[Lena]
OOC:: Sorry it took so long to reply i had a lot going on this weekend! :)