A snort left Lucifer’s nostrils, his molten eyes rolling at her tone and words. She was acting like a little princess that had been given everything her whole life and he honestly hated it. Lucifer, being who he was, wanted to eat this mare. She would probably be sweet on his tongue, delectable even. She would be such a sweet treat on his tongue that he could almost already taste it, as if she would be as sweet as molasses on an early morning.
Growing board with her tone, Lucifer stomps a front hoof and sneers down at her, his ears perked as tall as they could be on his head as he lowered his snout to almost touch her, his body quivering with the need to eat what was right before him. He did not know these islands very well, but no one here would know that he was the one to kill somebody here in the commons. They would not think to find a black stallion that could vanish into the shadows as the reason there was blood on the ground. All he would have to do if he killed this sweet little flower was go back into the ocean and swim for a few days, wash ashore somewhere, and fake illness or injury and he would be allowed in a few areas, he just knew it.
“Lying is not a pretty color upon you my dear lioness.” He hissed, his voice pitched low like a slithering serpents as he glared at this being. She might think she was all that and a bag of chips, but he would love to force her into a new train of thought, but he did not live anywhere that would allow him to take her as his prize and force her to realize her mistakes. That could change if he lived int he lagoon, but he would bow to absolutely no one, be it a stallion or a mare. He had his own free will and he was the only owner of himself that he would allow in this god forsaken world.
LUCIFER
stallion | 18hhs | black | of the lagoon
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