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07-12-2017, 01:48 PM
Your fears have just become all too real, for the Devil at the cross road wants to make a Deal He might have been surprised this was going to happen, but he wasn't. The morbid beast followed the humming deep within his bones. He watched as others started arriving. He had traveled with the paint mare, they were able to collect herbs and other things that might be needed. Bodies flew past the beast and Kaos released his anger on the others. Shaking his demonic crown he walks a death march. This death, destruction and carnage might scar others, but Nox ignored it all. This was normal, this is his every day life. The beast wanted to say congratulations you made it to hell to the dead bodies, but he quietly moved along. There was no reason to fight, no reason to lash out. He tightened his wold pelt down as he watched others disappear. They were gone, never to be seen again. The beast wanted to stop and help, but no. It was not worth it. He was immortal he might be able to help, but there was no point. The gods were gone, the land was black. He was leaving. For a moment he lost Weaver. Cold eyes looked around trying to find her figure. Finally he spotted the woman and his heavy muscles moved into a canter. Cracked hooves moved through the other bodies and beasts. Agile legs carried his form closer and closer to Weaver. Finally he stood next to her. His heavy head looked around and a sigh fell from his maw. " Well if it is going to kill you, it will kill me too. " His heavy accented voice filled the air around them. Cold dead eyes watched the portal. Nodding his head to Weaver he jumped with her. "I always enjoyed field trips"" He chuckled after hearing her speak. Then he was gone from Helovia. Not once turning back and looking at the others. "Talking here"" |
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