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OOC: I looove his picture! Thank you so much for making him <333

He moved easy through his new kingdom, delighting in the forest and finding that he could only breathe easy once he knew each member was finding the changes agreeable. Not all of the wolves he met had stayed, and indeed, Carnival herself seemed to have disappeared. It was no big thing that the old queen had sloughed off the face of the world, but he did wonder what it would mean to the other wolves he inherited from her. The male that had defended Kirastasia upon his arrival had indeed disappeared, but the brindle-legged girl herself had stayed. Lucaya, the once-queen of Spring Grounds, had come to lend her voice to his choir. A scarred female called Valkyrie had arrived as well. Hocus Pocus and her young son had stayed as well. All in all it meant less mouths to feed and less bodies to look after, but it was hardly the empire he had wanted to start with.

One thing the devil did have was plenty of time, he was young, virile, and full of endless possibilities. An adult to be sure, the male was perfection personified, and none could take that strength away. He was powerful, agile, swift and deadly, there was never an action took by Lucifer that he had not thought on or planned. Today was no different as he made himself aware of every tiny twig within his realm. Humming in his deep baritone, the male could be heard where ever he traveled. The idea was to let his members know where he was at all times, and to those who listened from the outside it would seem the wolf was everywhere at once. It vibrated the chest cavity of those close enough and would boom out to show all his happiness. Yes, the Demon King was happy with himself and the land he acquired.

Nearing the river, Lucifer watched the sprays of dirt from the female. Shuffling his hind legs a bit, he reclines just above her den site. She stops her work, looking with alarm around until her blue eyes land on his devilishly handsome face. With her midnight hackles raised, it seemed she had a mane of ebony feathers going down her ruff and spine, a trait some would call unique. "You hardly need to raise your blades, Lucaya. If I wanted you hurt it would have been done already." He is blunt, honest and to the point. There is warmth in his tone, but it is the same warmth he gives to those who reside beneath his paw. He hoped her denning in the pack meant she planned to stay, time would tell, and she was welcome. Once those chest rattling lyrics fade, all that is left is there meaning and the echo in the trees.

He is a lethal wolf, more than capable of killing, but the raven queen was under his protection. No wolf would suffer harm under his dark wing, from him or anyone else. It was the ones outside his realm who should worry.
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