The beast was tending to the greenhouse. Gingerly he tore the weeds from each row allowing the plants to breathe once again. Gray cold eyes looked over each leaf, stem, and flower that was starting to bloom. Pushing the cultivated dirt around, Nox filled the bare spots from the pestilent suffocating species. When the beast finished he began to gather the weeds into a small pile. Then with a crack of lightning filling the sky the beast let his gaze follow were the strike landed. He did not twitch or flinch at the roaring sound. A sigh escaped his stone features as he started to move towards the call. Cracked hooves slowly headed towards the vicious sound of the god's voice. Sparky sure did know how to make an appearance. Well, he actually had not been around very much since Ashamin left the herd. It made the demon wonder and ponder on that simple fact, but he did not waste his time on it for too long.

Rippling muscles shifted under his scar filled pelt and dead eyes looked to the others that have gathered. Moving into the crowd Nox found the one person he missed so very much. The ocean mare was standing next to a girl with wings. His hardened features softened slightly as he grew closer. Then when thick pillars came to the blue mare's shoulder they came to a halt. His muscles did not dare move another step. Turning his heavy demonic crown the beast looked to the girl. She was so vibrant and filled with life, and the companion she has is absolutely stunning. " Hello Tiamat, you are as radiant as ever. Nimue seems to be doing well, she has grown greatly since I first met her." The monster from hell smiled softly. It was filled with kindness and warmth unlike most of the time. His velvet ebony reached out to touch her cheek; if she would allow. Then Nox settled to see what their god called them here for. Sparky was hopefully here to address the death of Deimos. Shifting his gaze around he noted several new faces, and a few he actually recognized. Where was their fearless lady? Hotaru seemed like she was never around anymore. What was happening to the Basin? Slowly members were fell off the mountain. One by one they ran away. The demon could not understand why they would choose to leave, but then again he never questioned anyone about it. He was perfectly happy living in the fridged mountians, what more could he ask for?

OOC:: Sorry super bad post :/

"Talk."

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