mortuus nox

The Devil
Wants to make a Deal

The end was near. His attack failed, something in the stars was not with Mortuus that night. Maybe the stars had a different plan. Cold eyes looked to the sky above, and the clouds rolled across the aurora. They made a new darkness and a new coldness to the battle ground. As the clouds rolled through his scars turned to blood and they dripped down his onyx pelt. Every single scar oozed the crimson substance, but it was short lived. As the clouds passed they magically healed to reveal the once oozing scars to be sealed shut. They gave off an iridescent glow now, what was this curse?

Angered eyes watched as the paint turned back towards him. In slow motion he watched the necklace flip up in the air. The golden chain twinkled in the dim light above, and turned into something he thought he recognized. The bear god skull. So what does he think he is big and bad because he got the skull? Mortuus pinned his ears with anger. He was not the only one who had defeated a powerful god. The black stag had also been successful in taking down the wolf creature that ruled over the rift land. His body could feel the paint slam against his barrel, then a sharper pain hit him. He felt the warmth of the crimson liquid start to drip down his tail bone. The pain was not a normal bite pain. Mortuus could feel teeth digging into his hide. They dug into his muscle, and his body responded before he could even think. Black powerful rear legs jumped into a buck as he dragged his front end away from the bite. He could feel the skin rip to create a tear on his hide. Saliva dripped from his maw as he let out the demonic roar. It was more a sound of getting away from snapping jaws, but it could have raised the dead from their graves. As he finally got away and his haunches stayed facing Ashamin. The pale eyes looked ahead of his not turning back to see the stallions face. Yes Mortuus attacked with power and pain from the past, but Ashamin attacked with something darker. Mortuus felt that the paint had something deep down, something growing in darkness. Had Ashamin taken it too far, was he too deep in the pits of hell to be saved? The black skull shook softly as he turned to look into the eyes of the creature who attacked with vengeance. The creature that spoke to him like his father did. The Stallion who acted like he wanted to kill him.

Cold eyes looked over the form of the Paint. Shadows of the night hid his facial features from the deadly looks of the black stag. His pelt glowed with scars from fights past, they were more visible then they ever had been. They had a creepy hell like glow to them from the light of the moon. Little did Mortuus know that this was the start of a powerful curse. A curse that would allow him to be immortal, but at a small cost. He would have fresh wounds on cloudy nights, and they would give off an odd low glow every night. Horns shifted to the side as he looked closer as Ashamin. Pain… it was all Mortuus could think about. The black stallions body was not beat to hell like it has been, but it was enough to be uncomfortable. Stone eyes would not show the pain he felt; they hid it from the world, and especially from the eyes of the paint stallion. He had not one word to say to him. Mortuus did not dare to open his maw and speak in deep Latin tones. Tones of the paint stallion would be the only thing to break the silence of the black stallion. Mortuus wanted to hear Ashamin speak first and to say his peace about the spar. It was over, the battle was done and all Mortuus could do is shake his head at the troubled stallion. Clearly Ashamin needed help, but would he except it?

"Talk."
OOC:: I had soo much fun!!!!! This was such a wonderful spar and thank you soo much!! Do you want to post the after spar post even if you just post once and I have Mortuus leave Ashamin after that? It is up to you Jen!!
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Word count :: 694/800
Closing the spar with his last defense
-Jen if you could do OOC teaching notes that would be wonderful!!