Riptide Isles
07-20-2017, 07:50 PM
He had to get away from the commotion of the portal. Everyone was crying, running, screaming, and the beast did not know what to think. There was too much going on in one are. Nox was an animal that enjoyed his solitude. He did not like being in large crowds of others, and he enjoyed being alone. This is why in the Basin he would go find herds by himself; he remained in the safety of his cave. After that portal experience and something finding his wolf pelt, the beast was weary of this land. He kept the possession wrapped around his body at all times. Luckily it would be difficult for anything to kill him over it. The demonic soul was just unsure what lurked in the shadows here.
Cracked hooves pulled his body through the land. Gray dead eyes seemed more emotionless than normal. Everything he had, everything he accomplished was gone. He left that in Helovia, it got ripped and pulled away with out having a choice. Lucky Weaver was there to help him. He went to the rift to follow her. There was something so different from any other mare he had ever met. Snorting heavily, the black demon tried to get it out of his mind. He can not sit and dwell on a woman again; he can not love a woman again. Not after the last love of his life. Not after she fucked him over, no more.
His scarred body glowed with the eerie light of the rift. The land added to the demonic presence that the beast already had. His head rose into the sky to see this world. Crashing waves roared next to him, and his cracked hooves walked against the cliffs. The land was poisoned, it was gone. There was no soul here; there was no life left. The Riptide Isles were gone, destroyed, and forgotten about in Helovia. His gray orbs caught a figure in the distance. His first reaction was to pin his ears, but then he realized who it was. A softer expression fell across his features. It was the painted woman that he actually cared about. Walking closer the beast came to a halt next to her body. Scared muscles dripped with water from the rain drops. HIs matted mane and tail flew in the heavy winds. "Removing the land has done damage here. Maybe our gods weren't doing as much justice as they thought they were. If they never came here, we would still be home. If those battles never happened the corrupt gods would still rule. It is a double edged sword. Sometimes I feel that we have to pay for their mistake. Other times I feel like they might have helped some of these people. Honestly, Weaver, I do not know what to think anymore." His heavy accented voice rumbled over the crashing waves. Cold, worn, emotionless eyes gazed to the painted woman.
"Words"
@Weaver
Cracked hooves pulled his body through the land. Gray dead eyes seemed more emotionless than normal. Everything he had, everything he accomplished was gone. He left that in Helovia, it got ripped and pulled away with out having a choice. Lucky Weaver was there to help him. He went to the rift to follow her. There was something so different from any other mare he had ever met. Snorting heavily, the black demon tried to get it out of his mind. He can not sit and dwell on a woman again; he can not love a woman again. Not after the last love of his life. Not after she fucked him over, no more.
His scarred body glowed with the eerie light of the rift. The land added to the demonic presence that the beast already had. His head rose into the sky to see this world. Crashing waves roared next to him, and his cracked hooves walked against the cliffs. The land was poisoned, it was gone. There was no soul here; there was no life left. The Riptide Isles were gone, destroyed, and forgotten about in Helovia. His gray orbs caught a figure in the distance. His first reaction was to pin his ears, but then he realized who it was. A softer expression fell across his features. It was the painted woman that he actually cared about. Walking closer the beast came to a halt next to her body. Scared muscles dripped with water from the rain drops. HIs matted mane and tail flew in the heavy winds. "Removing the land has done damage here. Maybe our gods weren't doing as much justice as they thought they were. If they never came here, we would still be home. If those battles never happened the corrupt gods would still rule. It is a double edged sword. Sometimes I feel that we have to pay for their mistake. Other times I feel like they might have helped some of these people. Honestly, Weaver, I do not know what to think anymore." His heavy accented voice rumbled over the crashing waves. Cold, worn, emotionless eyes gazed to the painted woman.
"Words"
@Weaver
Your fears have just become all to real,
because the devil at the cross road
wants to make a deal.
