The warmth of the fire crackled and popped with sounds of burning wood. His gray eyes watched it with intent as the flames grew and burned brighter and brighter. His cracked hoof scuffled a small rock closer to the fire in attempt to withhold the burning sparks in the small ring. The cave danced with dark shadows all around and the clouds were upon the Basin. The night had just started with a wicked sunset bringing his curse to life. As he gray eyes looked upon the mountain horizon he watched the last of the light touch the snow covered world. Gray stone orbs closed softly he knew what was coming next. The blistering winds outside called for a stormy night. Just as fast as the sun set his pelt flared with open wounds. The once sealed scars oozed and dripped the crimson substance. Luckily he had only obtained a few wounds since acquiring this curse. The rings where Ashamin had eclectically burnt him on his pasterns oozed in a perfect crimson circle. A few cuts in his onyx pelt opened as well, but it was not all of the scars.

Stone orbs closed as he let the smell from the smoke fill his maw. He knew what this curse was, it come from his father. Nox was immortal, he could never be killed; unless he was decapitated. This cure was passed down in the family, and now he will feel every scar come back to life again from now on. A sigh left his maw, but the warmth of his cave kept it from freezing. The fire was doing it's job on this frozen night. The flickering light danced across his hard features as the crimson blood dripped down upon the stone floor. Gray eyes followed the trail down to the stone. Nox knew as soon as the moon peered back out the pain and bleeding would go away, but nothing else would stop it, Nothing. A grunt left his maw as he lowered his head to throw two more logs into the ever starving fire.

All he had to do was feed the hungry beast and in return it offered him warmth and protection from the frost bite temperatures of the cold season in the Basin. His mind trailed off to the thoughts of Tiamat. It was the only hing to keep his mind off the bleeding scars. That night in the Blue was the best night of his life, he had not seen her to much since then. His feeling were still just as strong, but he knew he had to help her find where she came from. He would do anything for her. He would give her the world if it meant keeping her happy. A small smile crept across his face as she kept on thinking about the blue mare. The pain wilted away, but the scars still bleed and stung. Then thought of the blue mare just made him not feel pain and hurt any longer.

"Talk."