more than just this

His body shifted under the wolf pelt. Cold gray eyes watch Weaver as she speaks. She simply agrees with his logic on Kaos. It does not surprise the damned stag. She was just as smart as the next man. She was probably one of the most informed woman he has ever spoken with. Nox looks over the roaring waters. Cold gray eyes study what the gods have done to this land. He does not hold it against them, nor does he hate them. He is not standing up for Kaos. Nox just understands what he is feeling. Land has been ripped away from him before; everything has been ripped away from the black stag. His soul, his life, his love, and what does that leave? It leaves an empty shell filled with vengeance. There is just a black hole where his heart should be. Emotions are foreign to the hell bound beast.

Weaver then comments on his experience of the portal. What was there to fear? He mauled over the question in his mind. Massive demonic horns tilt to the side. The typical monster that goes bump int he night does not scar the man. A skeleton in the closet, a beast in the woods, none of those things scare him. Maybe it was the uncertainty of the rift that bothered the hell stag. " There is nothing to fear, but fear it's self. A god will always play with us, and sometimes we might win. It is a balance between mortal and immortal worlds. A God kills too many mortals; they will not follow them. They will lose everything that makes them a God. If there is no God, then mortals have no one to follow. The world would cease to exist. Everyone has to believe in something. " His voice trailed off as cold eyes looked over to the woman. A soft smile fell across his maw. Her next words were playful and filled with life. It was something the beast had not seen in awhile.

She reaches out and pulls at his tangled mane. The soft tug almost sent a shiver down his spine. Hardened facial features looked over to the paint. "Oh really now? " He chuckled leaning his heavy weight towards her painted body. He attempted to just softly bump her, but the blackened beast was unsure if she would try to move or not. " So what more do you want to do with me dear Weaver? " His deep voice rumbled from his chest. Odd hints of playfulness filled each Latin accented word. Nox smirked raising his brow before looking back over the roaring waters.


"Words" 

@Weaver

Your fears have just become all to real,

because the devil at the cross road

wants to make a deal.

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