Falls

tanding on the stone with his ears tucking tight to his head, Lucifer eyed the mare that spoke to him. His bright eyes flashed with barely concealed anger as his long tail lashed at his hocks. He wanted to run her off and keep this place free of her scent and voice. This was his home and he did not care that it was not a territory that he could lead. He was safe here with Tefnut, his child. She was safer here with him than out with anyone else in this god forsaken world.

Feeling his muscles tense as the mare came closer, Lucifer gave a blast of air from his lungs before his hooves shifted and he did his best to hide the excited child. The little red dun foal was curious as it stood and that made all of this more difficult for the black draft. The child held no looks or size to even hint at the stallion being her sire. Yet, the foal knew no different considering the trauma that she had been put through. It was not the nicest of things, but it was still something nonetheless.

“You could leave and let us have our silence.” Came his deep voice, his tone menacing and holding a bit of a bite. He had done so well to keep others from finding his child. This stolen filly was his and no one else's, no matter what one would even dare speak of in later times. Lucifer had stolen her fair and square, something he never should have really done. Then again, the black demon cared not what others thought of him. He was free of the Lagoon and Peak and could do as he liked.

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lucifer

stallion ∙ 18.0 hands ∙ demon of the lagoon

You're playing my game now.