The malevolent beast moved his way through the lands. Cracked hooves picked their way through the frozen ground of the world. The snowfall floated and drifted to the ground all around the ebony beast. The cold never bothered the monster; it warmed his soul. The dried up, dead, lifeless land made Nox feel at home. It was something about death, which made him fell like he had a blanket of comfort draped over his scared pelt. Maybe it was the fact that he grew up around everyone dying. Another possibility could be the many killings that he did as a young boy. Sometimes it weighed on his chest. The pain on their faces would flash like a horror-filled scene in his eyes. Their lifeless body laying on the ground, in a fresh pool of blood haunted, every dream. The glazed over look of death in their eyes clung to every inch of his own, cold, gray orbs. It was all acts of justice; each person deserved to die and suffer. Well, that is what the demon told himself. Whether it was true or not is a different story. Anyways he would never kill again; it was a promise he could not break.

Nox had not traveled far from his home. When the monster was caught up in thought, it always seemed as if he moved further away than what he really walked. Gray eyes peered into the surroundings of the Steep. The light snowfall continued to grace the land with beautiful presence of unique snowflakes. He took a moment to take the beauty of the world into his heart. Each little icicle hanging from every branch, and the flutter of the birds above; made the beast want to smile, but no such emotion found its way to his face. Blank, emotionless, dead, and cold eyes peered from the black mask of his war-ridden face. Then his attention was dragged away from the beauty of the land. Sounds of rustling and movement rang in his ears.

The demonic crown turned to find the creature that disturbed his peace. Narrowing his eyes upon a shadow like figure, Nox tried to place a name to the face, but he failed to recognize him. His scent was not of the Basin really. It reeked of the threshold, and the hell-bound stallion smiled. It curved and formed across almost like a Cheshire cat. Oh, how fun, fresh meat was! The distracting thoughts finally left his mind, and he was able to size up the other stag. The man had Arabian like features with a heavy Spanish like bulk. His neck and shoulders seemed like they were the powerhouse. This man looked like he would be heavy on the forehand; something that would leave him at a disadvantage in a battle. Both stallions stood at about the same height. The other guy might have had a few inches on Nox, but it was hard to tell in the snow-filled air. " Would you care for a friendly spar to sharpen our skills? I am Nox a Medic of the Basin." The deep voice rumbled in his chest. The words dragged from his mouth; like zombies clawing their way out a pit from hell. Nox twisted his ebony demonic crown to the left waiting, for an answer. It was just a friendly brush up on skills. There was no need to mangle or try and kill each other. Nox would not dare do that unless he had too. Don't get him wrong; the demonic beast would not go down without a fight. Once he got the answer, he pleased to hear; a twisted smile fell upon his maw.

His heavy hooves dug into the snow-covered ground. They pulled his body forward into an eerie like canter. Black tresses of his tangled mane and tail floated behind him. They spun and twisted into a spider-like web of hairs. Muscles contracted, and he carefully moved forward towards the man's left rib area. The snow covered ground was slick, and it was not ideal spar weather. But hey, it was something to do. Nox lowered his ram-like horns. Agile body movements navigated with precision through the snow. When he thought, he was closer to the beast. Muscles in his neck and back started to prepare for the impact. Nox knew that each vertebra would feel the consequences of this action; if he struck the man hard enough. Well, if he struck the man at all.

"Talking here""

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-Frostfall, Frostbreath Steppe, about noon, light snowfall, Snow on the ground.
Attack 1/3
Aims to ram left rib area.
WC:: 751/800