He heard a faint voice and a small figure coming closer to him. She was an odd looking little creature. Her wings were tattered and butterfly like, and her body was covered in spots. He looked into the deep brush thinking should he hide and duck away from her? he shook his heavily crowned head and thought no he couldn't do that. He let a blank smile build on his maw as she grew closer and closer. He watched as she dipped her head and he did the same with his demonic skull. His muscled body rippled under the sun and the scars on his pelt laced over his entire body. They were two totally different creatures, in a physical and mental way. She held large wings, and he held large horns. She seemed happy and in love with life, he felt of sorrow and pain. The thoughts faded away as he realized he had to say something. "I am Mortuus Nox, you may call me Nox young lady." His Latin voice dripped from his maw like warm honey. He smiled lightly as he started walking into the forest.

His cracked hooves traveled across the lush grounds of the dense forest. "Let us walk and talk. What are you doing out here? " He questioned softly as he waited for the mare to see if she would walk with him. He was not looking for company, but he figured why not entertain the winged girl. His black body moved through the forest slowly as the shadows danced across his pelt. They looked like demons jumping through the woods chasing him, but he showed no concern for the false shadow dancers. Not to far into walking in the woods he came across an odd little opening. Within that opening butterflies and birds gathered around odd plants. His horned skull tipped to the side as he watched the butterflies and birds. Their wings had been torn and tattered like the spotted mares. He looked behind him and called to her"Myrrine come look at this. " he spoke softly not wanting to scare anything away. The birds were eating odd purple like berries and rubbing their wing on the moss like leaves of the plants. The Butterflies were doing the same, it was like the plant was healing their wings. His gray eyes went down to the level of the small creatures watching closely. The moss like substance was filling in the holes and tattered wings, but what was the berries doing? His eyes looked to the spotted mare once more as he looked at her wings. Maybe this herb could help her... His thoughts trailed off as he waited to see how she would react to this odd site.

"Talk "

@Myrrine

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Herb Information:
-Moss like leaves with small purple berries
- Birds and butterflies seem to be using it to mend their wings

Your fears have just become all to real,

because the devil at the cross road

wants to make a deal.