His gray eyes narrowed listening to what the winged creature had to say, but the anger still burned deep within his chest. He waited and when she said she really does not care that she blocked him off and made him slam to a stop. His voice huffed as he mumbled "Typical winged creature." looknig out to the ocean to the left of him. The wind picked up flying his tresses behind him again as he tried to ignore the winged creature. He did not show on his face he was annoyed, but it was more within his voice. His face remained like a stone statue holding not one ounce of emotion in it. This was normal for the stag, he had rock hard eyes and a stoic face at all times. His black skull remained looking to the left as his eyes peaked from the corner of their sockets. They looked over the odd marked body when her feathered wings lifted a bit. She was a beautiful unicorn, yes he said unicorn if she didn't have the wings he might be more interested in speaking with her, but you know how that goes.

His eyes skull paid no attention to the mare, he honestly did not care as his glance fell back to the ocean. He watched the waves move crashing over the beach as the sea birds flew above them squawking their odd sounds at each other. It truly was a beautiful day and this little mare pick the stag that could care less about her to start messing with. His tresses flicked over his back as he swiveled his ears listening to what the winged creature had to say. She spoke of her name, Rhea. So he put a connection to the face by looking out the corner of his eyes once more. Her voice purred in softer tones than his own. Any tone he made came from the deep pits of hell that raged in his chest. Then the mare asked for his name, the thought crossed his mind not to tell her but that would be far too rude. "Well since you asked so sweetly my name is Mortuus Nox, you may call me Nox though" He let the words flow from his mouth like crimson blood wrapped in a deep accent. He finally turned his skull back to the mare.

She then started to walk away down the beach saying she was kidding, oh how he really did not care though. She continued to walk like she wanted his to follow, but his feet stayed firmly planted in his spot. If she wanted to speak with him she could follow him or come back and speak in this spot. Then she brought up the ignorant flying ass, with his panties in a bunch. Oh how he chuckled fondly thinking of him back there with the beast. "Well I would say he might be ripped into shreds by the unhappy beast. He just does not know when to shut his mouth... Poor yeti having to sit there and listen to a flying ass with his panties in a bunch..." He chuckled greatly now looking fully at the mare, but still standing still. This could be a pretty good conversation after all.