Reeds, sweat, bugs, and anger fill the void of the lagoon. Blazing red eyes flash with hunger as a beast of mammoth proportions moves through the murky water and mud. Feathered legs catch on brambles and sticks, blood starting to slowly trickle from the fresh wounds that would once again become infected. Muscles flex and bend as the large creature pushes his way into the swamp, his long tail lashing at his hocks before finally he stops… his body shifting to eye his old space in this home.

Snorting out a breath, Lucifer lowered his head towards the ground. His scent had grown stale, almost too much so. His ears flick atop his head as he questions this, but no one else has come to his hidden place, as if they knew they were not meant to be here. Lucifer had been good thus far, but after that useless trip to the Badlands and his time in the Peak, he was sick and tired of all of it. This place was growing too lax, far too useless for his hunger. There needed to be something, but as he drug in the scent of his bed, the stallion's lips twisted in a snarling smile.

Shaking out his large body, Lucifer lifted his head from where it was lowered and let his red eyes flick over his home. His one blind eye moved like normal, but he did have to tilt his head around to scan everything around him. His black ears pinned then, his anger resurfacing like a hot branding iron against his side as his eye bothered him. Giving a snort and a stomp of his front right hoof, Lucifer stood there wondering what would be coming next.