Mortuus Nox

The beast moved slowly in his cave. The flicker of the fire was the only thing that showed a glimmer of light on this dark night. The moon hid behind the blanket of clouds. When midnight strikes, the beasts come out to play. The demons howl, and the monsters are lurking in the shadows. Snarls of creatures filled the night sky trying to lure animals from their cave. They screamed come play with me. Gray, cold eyes looked from the mouth of the cave. His gaze was dead and stone like as he watched over the land. Blood dripped to the ground and started to from puddles on the ground near his cracked hooves. The demon did not bat an eyelash at the stinging pain engulfing his whole body. It was rather normal for the man to feel like at night in the Basin. Crimson puddles of blood stained the cave floor, causing it to carry an eerie spattered pattern. If one did not know the beat, it would look as if a murder took place in his home. Iron filled his velvet nostrils, and coagulated blood formed below him. Nox shook his tangled mane stepping away from his cave.

The black webs of his tresses mated together with the warm liquid leaking from his scars. His tail drug the ground behind him in an eerie ghostly manner. His body drug through the Basin like a zombie. Mortuus was a walking shell to the outer world. His emotions were absent, he was numb to pain, expression never fell upon his face. He was absent and stuck in hell. The demons in his mind left him, and they no longer bothered the beast, but he was still troubled. Nox let very few people know about why he is so corrupt. Tiamat knew every inch of his blackened heart. She was the only one who saw the real side of the troubled beast.

Demonic horns curved towards the sky in an ominous manner as he lowered his skull to the hot springs. With a deep breath of steam, a small raindrop fell from the blackened sky. It rolled off his back and absorbed the iron liquid. Then the clouds began to cry tears for the beast below. The cold drops mixed with the blood and dropped to the grass below his massive body. Muscles tensed with the slight feeling of relief, but there was none. The rain soon started to feel like acid burning the open wounds. Nox gritted his teeth looking into the black water. If only he could just end it all...He sometimes wished he could just die like the others; Maybe, just maybe then he would then know what it is like to live.

OOC:: It is a couldy night so Nox is bleeding from scars all over his body

“Talk.”

Anyone can Die
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