The dark creature moved through the lands. He was a shadow, a ghost, and a specter on the shadows. Deep black tones of his body moved through the heavy brush of the trees. The man was never in the open. He stayed away from viewing eyes. Nox was used to being judged on his appearance. Many creatures did not take his demonic looks lightly. Two thick horns raised from his skull like hell clawing its way up to earth. His body moved with haunting movements; cracked hooves claimed the land under them. The monster in the mountains finally emerged from his hiding. Nox was out to adventure and see how much things have changed. With the death of Deimos Nox just had to take a chance to get away from the Basin for a bit.

A light huff came to his maw as he watched a small creature scurry. What a dirty little creature. It was a rat, the lowest of the low. They ate the scum of others; they were useless. Diseased, nasty little beast. The more and more he thought about it, the more he wanted the thing dead. With that said his magic released upon the creature. It squealed and screamed for its life, but it was too late. Flesh rotted and gave way to the bone. It crumbled and melted in front of his eyes. A demonic smile came across his maw; he was pleased. The beast was satisfied once again, and he could continue on his walk. Going further and further away from home the beast found his way into the meadow. It was a calm place that was never really filled with much excitement. Maybe that was a good thing for the monster. Nox enjoyed being alone after all. Tangled tresses weaved and webbed into black dreadlocks. His tail dragged the ground, kissing his every step.

Cold gray eyes locked upon a movement ahead of him. Something was shifting from under the tree and moving. Dread filled his heart, why could he never be alone. Helovia was filled with so many others that there was someone in every inch of the lands. For a second he thought about turning and creeping back into the mountains, but something told him to stop and stay. The demon loathed making contact with others not from the basin. Gray eyes studied the forms and figure of the creature to realize it was a pegasus. Dread dropped into the deepest part of his gut, and Nox tried not to let the look of hate fall into his stone cold eyes. Play nice, talk to the pitiful thing... Grumbling with regret the man walked forward. Dead eyes locked upon the woman. Why was she out here alone, where was she from, who was she? Nox questioned in his skull as his eerie body moved closer. Finally, the scarred beast came to a halt next to her. Cracked hooves stood on the edge of land and water, and his demon like crown lowered. Cold eyes looked over to the girl, and his voice rumbled deep within his chest. "What are you doing out here alone? I am Mortuus Nox of the Basin. Are you okay?" Latin accented words dripped from his maw like honey. A smile came to his face, but coldness grew from his gray eyes. Just be nice.. it can't be that hard

"Talk."