Cold, dark, and wet the world around them enveloped in what some would call a winter wonderland. Well, Nox was not jumping for joy about the cold setting in. It was only the start to a long Frost Fall. He traveled to the depths of his cave and moved a large rock from a cubby in the walls. From that, he pulled the precious wolf pelt out. Carefully he pulled it from its hiding spot and placed if over his back. The hide was defensive, but it would protect his back from the chilling snow fall. It on him perfectly and the dark stallion fastened the gray metal gem in the front. Then cracked hooves moved to the front of his cave. The precious fire was warming his home. It kept the demons of the cold away from his warming home. Gray cold eyes looked t the mouth of the cave he had to venture out into the night. He needed to feed the hungry monster more wood. With that being said the black beast moved into the dark bone-chilling night.

Scars burst open the moment his hide walked from the shelter of his cave. Blood dripped to the ground below him, staining the pure white snow with crimson liquid. It burned with the depths of hell, melting deep red spots into the frozen white substance. It trickled down his face, and around the haunting gaze that looked to the world around. Cracked hooves moved the bloody beast deeper into the Basin. Tangled tresses matted with blood, and created an intricate web of black hairs in his mane. The demon was lucky; the pelt protected the large part of his body from bleeding, only his legs, neck, and skull were exposed to suffer the painful curse. Frozen breaths left his maw, and his blood drenched face scanned the world for branches and logs. Then a smile appeared across his mouth as he made his way to a fallen oak branch.

Demonic horns lowered as he finally was able to see the food to his fire. Gray eyes examined the specimen carefully; this should work for his fire. Blood drenched leg's moved closer and his goat-like horns lowered to the ground. The branch was thick, and it would be a task for the Medic to move it, but he was going to do it no matter what. Dragging his velvet blood covered muzzle across the pristine white snow, the eerie stallion pushed the vital source towards his home. He knew the oak would burn for a long time, and he would not have to worry about feeding the starving fire brittle useless wood.

"Talk."

OOC:: Nox is tending his fire in the midle of the night. Come join him collect wood! He is not hurt BTW it is his passive magic making his scars bleed due to him being able to live forever. So come get creeped out and horrified at the sight of a demonic looking beast bleeding through the snow!

There is nothing Glorious about dying.
anyone can do it.