His cold stone eyes looked upon the walls of the cave. Nox burned with hate and anger over something that was stolen, the one thing that was his. It was taken away by a roach creeping around their hollow home. The Home of the beasts dwelling in the mountains. Onyx horns shook with anger and rage as he struck them against the stone walls of his cave. Sparks flew from the metal cuff surrounding the devils left horn. Then he looked across the horizon of the Basin landscape.

A black figure crept across the land. He walked slow, lifeless , he looked like a zombie. This was a creature who death follows no matter where he goes. Grief looms over the sky's above as the slow movements came to a halt at the lake edge. The creature was ghost that was shadowed by pain. His movement was stiff and drained like he had returned from war. It was no other than his Lord, his King, The Reaper. Deimos dragged something in his maw with him. It looked like a lifeless like a dead animal hanging at the door of death.

Gray orbs narrowed as he stepped closer to the opening of his cave. He picked up some herbs that would take the pain away in case his Lord had any. Then he took a step out towards the lake. His black scared body moved slowly like a body being dragged to the pits of hell. His cracked hooves walked closer and closer to his Lord. He then stood next to him facing the lake along side The Reaper. Dual black horns reached with deadly points to the sky as his gray orbs caught sight of the wolf Hide. The very item he was about to go in search for. Nox looked straight ahead not turning his large skull. He placed the herbs down on the ground at the Lords hooves. "These Herbs will help block the pain and keep infection away. This was all I had in my cave my Lord. " He dipped his head gratefully to the stallion. Nox felt like he could almost understand this Lord, he knew he would do anything for his Basin. Deimos cares about his heard even though some might not see it. Others might say he is a shadow in the trees of the mountain, but would anyone have it any other way? There is always someone looking out for the herd, and others lives. Can you ask him for any more? Stone cold eyes looked over the other stallions body. He had some bad cuts, but nothing that could not be cured over time. Nox smiled letting his maw move upwards as he met the eyes of The Reaper.

"Talking here"

@Deimos

OOC:: BROMANCE from Nox right now lol.... hahaha