Slowly pushing through dense vegetation and over overturned rocks, a black stallion peered through the undergrowth of his home. Lava fueled orbs slowly blinked as long matted and tangled strands of mane fell against a thick neck. Muscles slowly blushed and flexed as the equine made forward steps, not pacing far behind that of a colorful draft.


Watching the lumbering body head towards the ocean and back where he crawled from, Lucifer set his gaze upon the distance. The pale body of the draft was lost to the waves by now, but the big black demon wanted to chase after him and show him just what filth grew in the Lagoon and just what one would gain on a fools errand. Nahawi wasn't here anymore and Lucifer no longer obeyed the rules and stayed silent.


Shaking his head, the black draft gave Romaro a tiny hint of a head start before he jumped into the waves. His huge frame acted like a ship, his chest cutting through the water and filtering it off to his sides. His large head kept itself above water as his ears tucked tight to his poll, not wanting for any seawater to enter their depths. He wanted to go faster of course, but with a current like the ocean had, the stallion knew it was far more dangerous than what he had planned.


Rising from the surf once he reached the Salem island, Lucifer grinned. His eyes held a vibrant and angry light as he let his hooves thump onto the sand behind Romaro. His lips curled into a villainous smile as he blasted a deep breath of air from his lungs, his body already arching forward like a snake. “You come, you leave. Let's make you MINE!”