His dank eyes scanned across the blank land. The basin was frozen ice that trapped the soles of the living land underneath its frosty grip, but it was soon broken by his heavy weight crashing and cracking down on the winter soul. The ice scanned underneath his weight and cracked into little pieces. He let the moon light his way for Nox was one why enjoyed the night and all its darkness. A small cloud of frozen air left his maw with each breath, he was venturing in places he had never been before. The caves were filled with metal and he figured it had to be the builder that he'd his home there. He continued to the large machines that protected the basin. The stood much taller than the ghostly stallion, but size never worried him due to the fact he was all muscle. Every ounce of his body was well defined from the fights he always got into, and his laced pelt glowed where the scars claimed their spot. He was a demon of the night, a soul sent from hell.

The large horns hid against his ebony coat and the only proof of this creature of the night was his glowing gray eyes and emerald the was held on his horns. The thoughts went through the ghostly stallions skull about what could be lurking out here, but he knew he could take on anything. As the frozen flakes clung to the stags onyx pelt they left a damp reminder that the snow was iced water after all. His cracked hooves sunk with each step as the moon was lighting up his way. Tangled tresses dragged behind him like dead bodies and his tattered mane flew a ghost like black flag behind him. Nox hung his head as if he was a zombie starving, but in fact he was starving. He started for a kill as the Latin voices in his head screamed at him, but he knew not to kill yet..not in the basin. The psychopath let all his voices speak to him as he trudged, right now he enjoyed the company of his friends,I mean why would he not? They were the only things that spoke Latin to him, so they're presence was not a bother right now. He wondered what other strange creatures lived in the basin. He had net a few, but not many and as of right now he only thought of the reaper as someone who might actually be like himself ( just like Rexanna pointed out). He kept on trudging through the frosty white lands that boarder the basin enjoying his time alone for now......

"Talk?"

OOC::hope you don't mind I just want him to get out and meet new people!!

MORTUUS NOX

Your fears have just become all too real...