Standing in the muck and mire was a black shire cross. Eyes of a liquid red blinked lazily as a long black tail flicked against the bugs buzzing around. His large ears were lazily sweeping the air around his head when a call rang out over the Lagoon and made him stop eating mid chew. Lucifer’s brows pulled together, his mind trying to pinpoint who dared come here and call for the boss and anyone else. This was not a home for those that wanted to do whatever this horse obviously wanted them to.

Lifting his head, Lucifer gave a sigh, his red eyes rolling as he began to move from his hidden place of the Lagoon. He loved the marshy areas, his body enjoying the soft ground. However, the stallion was growing irritable ankles and had to go to the ocean every so often to let the salt water wash away the mud, debris, and the itching pain that just stuck. Lucifer should have known it was because of his luscious leg feathers, but the brute thought it was just because he moved through the brambles far too much and the thorns got stuck.

Humming a light tune, the black stallion worked on cooling the blood thirst in his stomach as he came closer to a stallion that was built thick but very… flashy. The bright colors of the draft before him made Lucifer want to take a bite, just a little one. It would be a token, one he could give Garmr as a gift. Then again, Lucifer liked giving anyone creepy little gifts of no value and vanishing once more into his silent area he bedded. The beast wasn't supposed to be a good boy and so far, he had not really gotten the chance to unleash his true potential with all the politics and rules he had to follow.

Once he was finished sizing up the smaller draft, Lucifer let a slimy smile curl his lips as his eyes took a more dangerous tone. “What brought you here, you little pretty?” Lucifer was not as good at games as Garmr and he never would be. He wanted to take a piece of this stallion's hide and use it as a banner as he ran around the Lagoon and other places on the islands. He wanted to take control of something and someone else's life would be quite lovely… but he would have to start small in order to make the islands think it was just a predatory animal and not the black beast hiding in the Lagoon.

“You would be a pretty morsel to eat…” He whispered, his head shaking as the little devil on his shoulder told him to lunch forward. The black beast wanted to, oh so bad did he. His red eyes blazed, but his hooves stayed put in the mud as he finally set his gaze upon him again, his body almost angled in a dangerous position. “You… you smelllllll so sweeeeeeeet.” He hissed, his body then lurching forward. Lucifer aimed the bulk of his body at this new horse, but who knew if his chest and or teeth would hit or latch upon the other stallion's fur.