er touch wasn't sweet, instead it was harsh. Bucking kicks land on his lower legs and there wasn't much purchase, but a few scratches formed and slow trickles of blood dripped through his black fur. His bright red eyes narrow faintly as he continues into her bubble, his large form pushing up against her own warmth and forcing him to stay in control of himself as he moved. Rieva, his sweet Rieva as he called her mentally was not a coward and each step of the way wasn't easy and in the end at the beach, the shire mutt found himself grunting.

Pinning his ears, Lucifer arches his neck before popping up in his hind legs in a half assed rear. His body shifted backwards as small hooves beat against the ground and headed in their direction. Turning his head to face the youngling, the black stallion felt his face twist in an angry expression before he shook his head and neck. Lucifer thought they had been being bothered, instead of was Rieva’s colt and the stallions enraged heart settled as he turned back to Rieva.

”It's time to go home.” His voice rumbled from his throat then, his sore front legs aching from the pushing movements to get her here. He had avoided the grappling she wanted to do at the start, but now he was ready. His large frame faced her head on as his ears perked forward. “I won't be taking no as an answer either Rieva. It's a yes or I drag you through the ocean by your mane with my teeth.”

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lucifer

stallion ∙ 18.0 hands ∙ king of the ridge

You're playing my game now.