Ridge

Lucifer had guided the mare home without a name on his lips from her. His dark eyes were locked on her bulky frame and he did not let her stray far. Once on his home island though, the black draft went into the trees before her words hit his ears. Flicking them back towards her from where he stood in the trees, he listened to her before his hooves shifted and his body to face her with a sneer upon his face.

Stepping out of the shadows and into the moonlight, the heavy stallion moved into her line of sight with his ears pinned. “Silence suits you far better than that mouth.” His voice held a hard tone as he moved to be right in front of her. His black head was lifted high as he glared down at her. Lucifer wanted to look imposing, but it wasn't all that hard considering just how big he was compared to most of the equines on the islands. Tossing his head, the stallion stood there before a snort escaped his lips.

“If you want my name so badly, you can call me Lucifer.” Letting his words fall silent for a minute, he contemplated his next bit. “My mother taught me nothing and in the end it was my hooves that put her six feet under. She was not special and she did not deserve to continue forward. You don’t know a thing about me, but the child in your womb is mine and I shall not let anyone just roam carrying my spawn. So enjoy your stay here on the Ridge and keep in mind, I wont be nice the next time you speak to me in such a tone.”