He was at it again adventuring around Helovia. It seemed that he had not been home in a long time, but he knew what his job was. His tired gray eyes looked through the rough terrain. He saw that this place had lush forest and beaches that would go on forever. The world had expanded so much to him. Nox had almost touched every part of Helovia. This was just a land he was passing though. His cracked hooves had taken him long distances and now he was starting to miss the warmth of his own cave. He was finally heading back to the Basin for a short time. A cold sigh left the velvet black maw as he walked around the ledge that dropped down to the blazing waters below him. They swirled with anger and revenge wanting to take in any soul that feel to its depths. He thought about jumping and ending his life, but he had to much to live for now. He was becoming to accomplished in the Basin to leave now. He established to many connections to leave them high and dry. He knew he was different than the rest, he lived through depression. He lived through murder and lust. He grew from his mistakes, something that is rare for some to do. He took his years of fighting and battles and put them to use in mending the scars he use to form. He was now the one that others looked to for help for what he use to do. The last dying breaths of others is now something he needs to try to prevent. It is not about ending a life any more, it is about saving a life. He had to fight his demons, and if he out of all people could do that, then he knew he could help other through it. He was still on this earth for a reason, the gods knew something that he didn't. What was it? What did they see in this troubled soul that he himself could never see. What did they want him to accomplish in this life? The questions were endless. All he could do is live in the present, stay out of the past, and look to the future.

He felt like he had been to church, he felt like he owed his life to finally doing good for the many that he hurt. he knew the only way to stay out of this depression is to continue with Healing and helping people in need, no matter who they were. Nox castes a stone cold gaze out across the many whirlpools below his feel. The wind picked up blowing his ghostly mane and tail behind him like a black flag. His demonic horns towered above his skull reaching for the world he knew little about. They always looked up to the sun and the moon, even if his ghostly gaze never left the ground. The ram like horns always stood high and proud even if he didn't.

"Talk "

OOC: sorry its so short he will get better, i just suck at starting !!


@Myrrine

Your fears have just become all to real,

because the devil at the cross road

wants to make a deal.