promise was a promise, even if it took longer to actually finish the end of ones bargain. Glaring out over the ocean, Lucifer stood on the banks of the Ridge with his large hooves pushed into the sand from his weight. Long strands of vine were lodged in his mane and tail, but he just let them hang considering he had been working on his territory lines. He could scent the old Lagoon boss on one of them and it just made him grin towards the direction. Nahawi, a stallion he had once tried to take out was now his neighbor and he wondered if he could just ruin any and all chances for the red dun.

Shaking his head and pulling away from where his train of thought was going, the black beast let his red gaze latch onto the Dunes from where he stood. He couldn't really see it, but he could feel it and knew it was time once more to go pay a visit. Tossing his head, the black beast moved then, his body sinking into the waves in the stillness of time and heading towards where he needed to have been a while ago.

Rising from the ocean with water cascading down his legs and sides, Lucifer pulled himself ashore and shook out his large frame. A smile tugged his lips as he looked about him, noticing scents change and that one was missing. Narrowing his eyes, Lucifer snorted for a moment before pulling in another lungful of air. Indeed, his nose had been correct. Not scenting Romaro on the wind, the draft stallion stomped a hoof in agitation before sending out a screaming cry to Helios. Lucifer swore that if Romaro was gone and there was nothing gained from behaving for so long, he would tear things down and watch as other equines weep at his destruction.

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lucifer

stallion ∙ 18.0 hands ∙ Keeper of the Ridge

You're playing my game now.