He looked around waiting for something to attack him the his attention grew to the little deer like thing. Oh how it might have been the most adorable thing he had seen in this place yet. Deep in his mind he wanted to touch it but he knew being the ghostly creature he was that would not happen. His eyes gazed back at the stag, and the golden line on his haunch grabbed his pale orbs then soon flicking back to the stag as he spoke."I tried to get out of the storm, I had no clue someone lived here." The latin accented words came from deep within the stags chest almost like he was drawling his voice from the pits of hell. He dipped his head to show he will not hurt the other two creatures and had no intention to. As he heavy horned skull dipped small drops dripped of crimson blood dripped on the cave flood from a gash above his right eye. The blood ran down the onyx skull as if he were crying the vital substance, but he did not draw attention to it he shook his skull and listened to the next set of words. What in the hell is a Haruspex.... he was shocked with how friendly the stag was."What is a Haruspex? and i am seeking shelter. Even the coldest of soles could not deal with that storm." He shrugged off the cold wither air speaking in Latin ringing tones as he followed the stag closer to the fire. His cracked hooves did not pick his way through the shards of ice he stepped right on them crunching and destroying them like a dammed sole.

As he stood closer to the fire his eyes examined the stag more and the little creature that stood near him. Even though Nox was a hardened sole he still enjoyed to see a young baby around. The tresses of his tail flicked across his back in a slight tangled mess, but it went along with the ghostly feel of this stag. He was more of a demon inside, but he would not let that side show unless it had to be. He always kept his true real self bottled up within his black heart for fear that others would... well he did not want to think on that. His tall horns crowned his skull as he noticed it was really the only thing that was making him seem slightly bigger than the painted one. He was always the smallest in his family, but that never stopped him from.... He muttered in latin shaking his head quickly throwing that thought out. Never let his size fool you thought he might be a tad small but every inch of his frame was packed with heavy muscles ( someone might say short person syndrome) but in all reality he was in fact not too short it could be worse right?


Back to the present day sometimes it is hard for Nox to stay out of his own twisted mind. His gray gaze shot back to the abrupt entrance he made and how all the ice around it was not a puddle, but the small puddle of blood around his hoof was growing is size. The wound above his eye refused to clot and cease to bleed. It was nothing that alarmed him though due to the amount of scars he body held he was almost use to the blood. He hoped the other stag would not mind too much thought for this is his home he is ruining with the crimson substance. This new land seems to get odder and odder as he ventures around it, there are odd little creatures like this deer who follow unicorns around and then there is just all this snow. He wondered what else will pop up, what other types of unicorns would start to show their face, and would he really fit into the Basin...

@[Ashamin] and anyone
OOC:: are we doing this before the bubble??