The heathen rose from the solid ground. His body cracked and snapped under the heavy weight of the muscles. Stone gray eyes opened to see the blackened world of the frozen Basin. A smile traced upon his maw and cracked hooves moved the beast from his dwelling. He moved like a shadow, like a monstrous beast emerging from his hiding spot. The demonic creature bled in the light of the blanketed moon. The warm crimson liquid dripped from oozing scars. They ripped open and tore at the live flesh of the ebony monster. Pure white snow below him was tainted with the vital substance. It burned, stung, warmed, and comforted the demonic monster. He could still feel pain, and he loved every second of it. He basked in the glory of knowing he was eternal; he was immortal. Mortals would simply die and be consumed by the world they thought they Owned . He, on the other hand, would never perish, decompose, or rot into the godforsaken world. For there is nothing special about dying, everyone can do it.Except for him.

The eerie stallion found himself wondering in a possessed like daze. Cold stone eyes dazed over, and his black tresses weaved a spider-like web. They knotted and twisted in the blood dripping from his blacked hide. His tail drags the ground like a silkened black cloak of the reaper. Ghost like movements of grace and elegance hover and the blackened figure makes his way through the frozen world. Then the hell bound stallion came to a halt. Emotionless eyes gaze upon a creature he had not yet seen.

Her eyes hold a crazed psychotic glare and her bi-toned orbs found their way to the entrance of the Basin. Intriguing was this specter that stood in front on him. Her pelt was almost translucent with how pure her white tones were, but there was something off. Twisting his demonic crown he lowered his ram like skull. Blood ran down his velvet face dripping with haste onto the pure white flakes. Then with a zombie-like movement the stag drug his bleeding body closer and closer to the white mare. Standing in front of the white specter the black demon followed her gaze to the delipidated metal beings. They stood for nothing now, the sentinels had no power or protection."They are truly worthless now that their engineer has left us. Just look at them rotting and rusting away in the snow drifts. " Tones from hell finally came from his mouth. They were laced with the dead demonic language of Latin accents. Pale ghostly eyes flashed to the mare. Her bright angelic body was stained with the black mark of the devil himself. Twisting his bloody maw into a hellish smile he spoke again " My dear, what unique beautiful markings you have. I am Mortuus Nox, are you looking to stay here in the Basin? I do not believe we have met before. " Heavy, husky tones warmed the air with the fire from hell.


"Talking "

OOC:: Im a bit rusty on the creepy stuff, but I will get better <3 Maybe we can have characters that actually get along! Oh his passive magic is causing his to actively bleed from all scars.

Your fears have just become all to real,

because the devil at the cross road

wants to make a deal.