His gray eyes gazed ahead of him as he continued through Helovia. He had not seen all of what this place had to offer so he decided to adventure away from the Basin again. Although last time this happened he ended up attacking a wolf and getting burnt badly, but in the end he had gotten the wolf god pelt so he was satisfied greatly by that. As he cracked hooves continued on the soft grass it soon turned into a rough sand. The green colors started to fade away and they were washed over by tans and blue hues. His onyx body continued along the ground that now turned into a beach.The sweet smell of salt water flooded his maw as he took a deep breath in. He had not seen water like this in years. As he ghostly body continued along the crumbling sand he finally stopped at the water side letting the waves dampen his hooves as they washed ashore.

His dead gray eyes glanced up to the blue sky that covered over the aqua ocean he saw a creature flying. His eyes immediately rolled realizing it was a winged horse. He stomped the water causing the salt infused liquid to splash against his black legs. The demonic stag than turned around dragging his body like a zombie further along the beach to hopefully get away from such obnoxious creatures. He drug his long black tail on the grains of sand, and his mane flew like a ghostly pirate flag. He defiantly stood out on this bright terrain like a piece of pepper in a salt shaker. He mumbled to himself about how winged creatures always ruined everything, as the voices in his head were enraged about the flying thing. Latin spat out of his mouth as he continued to drag his ebony scar laced body down the beach. ""bonum volucris, semper pereundi perdendique diem meum""He grumbled and snapped at himself with displeasure.

Once he thought he was a good way's away from the useless bird creatures he enjoyed sometime to himself. His Heavy crown looked around watching as his gray eyes gleamed with joy from being away from the airplane creature. They truly bothered him, all they did was fly around and if they were ever in any trouble, POOF gone and up in the air where you can not reach them. For all he cares they all should just go around making airplane noises like a child with a toy; because it would fit their over-childish intuitions. He chuckled for a moment thinking of all the flying creatures making airplane noises while flying though the air and pretending to dodge things. He shook his head softly and continued dragging his half alive body down the same direction he had been heading. His eyes were soon cut back to the winged moron nose diving into the ocean. he chuckled making a falling airplane sound in his mind as it hit the water. Then his muscled body picked up a collected easy canter hoping to get away before it come out of the water and saw him. The last thing he wanted to do was have a conversation with one of those things. That is why he enjoyed the Basin so much, it was all unicorns... with a few mutt-bloods running around. They were few and far between though keeping this creature of the nigh content with his home.

- no good flying thing always ruining my day.

OOC:: this shall be fun! @Rhea