The beast was dwelling deep withing the cave depths. He was left alone to gather and collect his deviant thoughts. Their King is dead. The heathen could not stand up to the scythe of the reaper, and his soul was ripped from the living form. It was a sad day for the Basin. How could such a thing happen? Fire raging in hell would eat the spirit of the once great reaper. Mercy is not something that demons are born to understand. They do not know what is right and what is wrong. The only thing breed into their blackened heart is evil.

A sigh escaped his maw, and the air warmed around his velvet muzzle. The warmth was finally starting to creep its way into the frozen lands of the Basin. Relief rolled from his shoulders knowing that may of the herd mates survived another Frost Fall. His eyes narrowed upon an approaching figure. The black shadow came to a halt like an angel waiting for entrance into the gates of heaven. Light rimmed the shadow beast standing at the mouth of his home. Demonic horns twisted and tilted to the side looking at the monster calling his name. Cracked hooves clicked against the hard cave floor then they came to a halt.

Dead eyes looked upon the man that was now their General. Erebos was an accomplished fighter and proved himself capable to lead their warriors. Mortuus was older than the boy, but the general had a quite a few inches on the demon. A smile came to the blackened maw, it was eerie but inviting to the man. Thick muscles rippled under the ebony colored skin. Mortuus had the build of a brick shit house. Even though both monsters had the Spanish blood of Andalusian ancestors coursing through their veins, their muscle build is very different. Erebos has a greater amount of endurance and speed. Mortuus needed to take note of these factors, and carefully plan out attacks and defenses to his advantage. Running around chasing the general would not end well for the medic. The black demon had to use his advantage of agility to get the upper hand. Each stallion seemed to be equal in strength. The general is more conditioned for brute force, as he should be.

Cold gray eyes brightened with a fire burning in his chest. There was something about fighting, sheer brute force, and the smell of blood that made it impossible for Mortuus to say no. Maybe it was the little voice in the back of his head that said remember the old times, but no he was not that beast anymore. Well, there was no harm with indulging in a brushing up of his skills. The demonic beast laced with scars dipped his head to the general.""I would love to have a spar with you General Erebos. "" After, the rumbling words silenced the beast pulled the wolf hide from the wall. His maw flicked the pelt across his back, and gray eyes turned back to the beast in front of him.

Broad shoulders tightened with the thought of his first attack. Lowering the ram-like horns the black stallion launched forward. The cracked hooves gripped against the cave floor and pulled his heavy body towards the general. It was tricky attacking from the cave, but Mortuus tried to make it work. With as much power he could gain in the short distance between them; he attempted to shove both horns into the man's left front shoulder or chest area. Powerful cracked hooves roared against the ground, and Mortuus tried to slip past the General's left side after attacking. Sparing in a small area is no fun. Mortuus might have a better chance if they could move into the clearing.


""Talking here""

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WC:: 649/800
Attack:: 1/1
Damage:: None yet
Summary:: Greets the general and then attempt to ram left shoulder/ chest area with his horns. Then he tried to slip past Erebos's left side and go into the clearing outside of the cave.

OOC:: Thank you so much heather! I am so excited for this!!