licking black ears forward and sniffing the border of the Bay, Lucifer felt his brows pull together as his red eyes flashed around him. The scent of the old Bay lead was gone and in its place was a younger stallion. The scents had the draft brute lashing his thick tail as his neck arched faintly in confusion. Lucifer had expected Fell to be here, but now it was someone else.

Twisting his head, the Ridge Keeper moved through the territory with steady strides. His large dinner plate sized hooves pushed through the Bay's vegetation and passed the trees that lined the one side of the territory. He knew there was a mare here, one he wanted and would take. It took a while of course, but as hours passed and he captured her scent, the stallion's head shifted as he almost pranced. With it being fall on the islands, his testosterone was high and any wrong move from anyone would be met with brute force.

Tossing his head and following her scent, the shire cross let himself come closer but leave distance. Opening his lips faintly, he gave a hoarse whicker when his blazing eyes landed upon the beautiful form of Rieva. He had sired a foal with her before and now that he had the Ridge, it was time to take her home. He wasn't the nicest about it either and once he figured she looked his way, the stallion moved closer to encroach on her bubble and start guiding her towards the quickest way back to his home.

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lucifer

stallion ∙ 18.0 hands ∙ king of the ridge

You're playing my game now.