The demonic stag stumbled through the woods as he looked around. He was in a new place. The woods were dense with trees and brush and he was all alone for once. The daemon sung in his onyx skull as he walked through the woods telling him to kill, telling him to take over this new world like he had done in his home land, but Nox calmly walked forward speaking back to them with confidence he was alone. "Now is not the time to bother me with this talk.... Yes i understand that i could... But no i cant "His deep latin voices carried softly through the large trees that surrounded him and the towered  above the scared stag trapping him within from all angles. He chuckled softly as the daemon spoke something about he was too kind to this new world."You know as well as i do that is not true my friend." He shook his head softly as his cracked hooves continued on the soft lush ground. No one would understand the pain he goes through every day with these daemons. They are part of him they are intertwined into his corrupt soul bearing their presence until the end of time, even in the fiery depths of hell. Nox knew this very well and he never let the thought bother him. He always saw it as he would never be alone in this cruel unfair world. He knew that he never had the chance to become something great in Helovia, or did he....

He looked around just one more time to reassure he was alone. He smiled and flicked his long ghostly tail continuing on through lush thick brush that almost mimicked the ghoul like creature with his rippling muscles and thick build. His gray orbs flicked around to see the tree branches forming into the faces of demons as his voices grew stronger and stronger the mouths were moving on the demons around him like they were speaking. All he heard was Latin whispers mumbling something to him. His ears flooded with the sounds as the demons grew thicker and thicker around him as the brush in the forest grew denser. The faces were ugly death bearing creatures, but he ignored their gruesome faces. He trudged on despite the warning they were giving him, maybe he was not alone.. Maybe there was another creature out there, but he ignored it all he went on talking to himself a the daemon sung a sweet lullaby to the black beast. He carried himself like the lord of hell walking through the growing demons that surrounded him. The whispers grew stronger and stronger the further he went then they stopped. The faces shriveled away with a slight breeze then Nox spoke out loud"Looks like we are not alone anymore my daemon...." he chuckled looking for the one who broke his war path through the woods.
@Zandora
OOC:: Nox is basically walking alone in the deep forest. The voices in his head are called the daemon or Demon in latin.. The voices grew so thick in his head that they took on the faces of demons surrounding him in the brush.. This is my little crazy! i hope you enjoy playing with him :) 

His eyes looked into the visitors soul with cold damp darkness. Her eyes were bared no spots of black they stayed the same purple color looking into his dead, gray, blank eyes he smirked softly as she grew closer and closer."Now my Daemon don't be saying that just yet you don't know this creature of the other shadows."He chuckled softly as the Latin whispers filled his twisted crown with so many thoughts of what to do. He was no longer alone any more the shadows still talked to him as the demons faces started to grow behind the mare again, except they were real. The demons from the past were hunting these two shadow lurkers, but that did not bother the hell bound stag. He looked upon the mare chuckling in a deep latin tone that dripped from his mouth like crimson blood. Then she spoke of their demons, ohh how this other creature did not know what she just walked into. The pits of hell were rising from below them as he gaze went from the dancing demons in the shadows back to hers. His body held no warmth, he was cold like he was dead, but he wasn't. The stag had not felt this way in a long time since being in the basin and the healing of the painful head pains the voices could freely talk to him with out any physical pain to the stag. The wind picked up flying his tangled tresses over his thick muscled neck as he kept the same cold look on his face.

"Company to me and my Daemon? My love you are too funny, you are not company to me at all. You are an intruder.Look around you, the spirits of hell are not pleased and if i told you what my Daemon is telling me right now you might just... well lets not go there my love. Have you ever felt the cold feeling of death knocking at your door step; Or how about a reaper chasing after your forsaken soul? Have you ever made a deal with the Devil, or walked in the debts of hell with demons dancing around you, clawing at your eyes, digging deep into your warm body to pull out every last inch of your soul, leaving a cold blank shell to walk this forsaken earth? " The black stag spoke from deep within his chest as his eyes grew colder and colder. He chuckled softly again and looked away at the shaped of demonic creatures running around the two equines. "If by some chance you have ever experienced this, then you may be worth keeping around for now, Because you are the disruption to my solitude right now. I am keeping my daemon at bay right now so i may lead a semi normal life." He spoke the sentence with a brief sigh leaving his maw; showing that unless the mare had something of extreme interest to talk about pertaining to the demons watching over them, he was not going to be interested in continuing this conversation any longer. He watched and waited for a response from the purple and black creature with a lazy stance. His large black pillar cocked back his cracked hoof as his eyes started to wonder around the trees  above them. He was still watching the amusing demons dance from branch to branch with their satanic ritual.

OOC:: lol whats Grossss??? hahaha