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03-09-2016, 09:01 PM
His cold blank eyes wondered through the caves of his own home. The rock and boulders he had incarcerated him behind their strong walls, but the beast decided to break free. His ghostly body wandered out into the frost bitten world. Bright rays of light ran and reached for his black pelt. They eagerly tried the warm his cold soul, but like always the ray's were unsuccessful. A sight slipped from the velveteen maw causing the frozen breath to halo around the demonic crown. Then he heard a screeching sound wallow from the gut of the Basin. His heavy skull looked to the direction it came from as he followed the sounds.
He trekked through the snow paths until her saw them. Together they stood calling for a meeting of the Basin. His eyes traced over the mare. Her body was tin and blood saturated. His head tilted slightly as he came to a halt before the two. Black hooves stood still and his body rippled with scars. His gray eyes stayed dead and cold upon the two in front of him. Nox knew Deimos very well, but as for the other he had no clue who that woman was. Onyx ears reached forward to the tones of Deimos. His voice roared from hell and the demonic sound waves ran into his ears like lustful demons.
First order was the alliances with Throat and Edge. They still stood where they were, odd we would side with Pegasus, but that was not his business. Next order Ulrik was gone, he had left the humble home of the Basin. Nox had heard a bit about him while he was still here, but the sentinels no longer worked? So that is why they were falling into scrap metal. The the Reaper turned to a subject that Nox knew of very well. The one named Gull who stole his Pelt. Gray eyes narrowed as the Lord spoke of the little rat. If he only had a chance to gt a hold of the little bastard. He would be decaying meat. Then the last words came from the black stallions mouth. Tiamat was now a mender. Nox smiled softly at the sound of her name. It was wonderful she had gotten recognized. As the last words halted a question flicked into his own mind "What will be done with the Sentinels? They are starting to rot into an eye sore.," His deep Latin voice spoke up to ask.
Your fears have just become all to real,
because the devil at the cross road
wants to make a deal.
@Deimos
@Hotaru
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