Grinning like a fool, a black beast moves through the jungle. His hooves thud against the ground as their large size stomps down any foliage in their path. His bright eyes gleam with mischief as a crimson liquid falls from his lips. In his teeth is a chunk of fur, but the owner's scent had already been rubbed off. Lucifer, being in his element again, lets the red dangle of skin flap against his neck as he arches it, his chin touching the thick padding of his chest.


Almost prancing even with his limp, Lucifer heads back the way he came. His body weaves through the jungle trail with a happy pace. His long tail is held high, as if he could not stop posturing like a peacock. His job had been complete thus far, or so he had heard. Chuckling to himself, the black stallion rolled his eyes as his hooves went back into Paradise. He was happy here and with the only one who had seen him terrified enough to almost wet herself, he knew he was safe. Nahawi was dead, there was no coming back from the ocean's black fingers.


Dropping his prize in a spot where he already had another, Lucifer eyed the dried skin from that peak child. His head tilted this way and that, questioning his assortment that was not large enough. Rumbling out a sentence, Lucifer smirked before he bedded down, his large frame resting upon his small but what he knew would be a grand collection.

”Two down… two to go.”