The Lost Islands
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LUCIFER
stallion | 18hhs | black | Keeper of the Ridge


Knee deep in the surf and closer to escaping than staying, Lucifer let his feathered legs stride forward to where the water beat against his chest when his name was called from the Dunes edge. Flicking one ear backwards, the black beast slowly turned his head to look over his shoulder. His red eyes took in the Araibian stallion before they narrowed, curious of what else seemed to be flooding from the chestnut's lips.


Hearing everything, Lucifer let out a faint huff before he fully faced the Dunes lead. “What will be coming in the Spring Helios?” Lucifer was growing an inkling of an idea, but he was not entirely sure. If he ended up with another wayward child, he might just begin to grow a faint army that could do exactly what he wanted. Letting out a breath though, he stepped closer until he was almost nose to nose with Helios.


“Do you have a plan worth my time…. or are you wasting more of it?” Lucifer was not the nicest of sorts as already spoken, but he was curious. He could use just about anything to make his coming wants grow into fruition. However, this Ariabian was too soft and Lucifer was severely curious of what he could deem worthy of appeasing his ever growing appetite for more.



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