With the advent of fall hovering on the horizon, Asmodeus felt the age-old need to hunt down and gather more members for the Shore. He was apathetic about doing so with force, given such mixed results in the past, but he knew he needed to do something. It wasn't that he needed more suitors - juggling Marceline and Nyimara was enough - but that the Shore needed more members. He wanted them to form a herd that produced great leaders, great companions, great advisors. Individuals whose contributions to the isles went far beyond just copulating with every willing womb the way his father did.

He didn't want sycophants. He wanted fighters. Thinkers. Strategists. Individuals that would keep him perpetually on his toes, striving for a greatness he had not yet achieved.

To that end, he needed to make a name for himself. And while he had grown complacent about the monarchy on Salem given the reluctance of all herds involved to agree on any singular thing, he was no longer willing to be so complacent. With Marceline at his side and (at least in theory) fully behind his ambitions, he intended to stop at nothing to achieve his end goal.

Thus, when dawn broke, Asmodeus found himself crossing the border into Paradise, his gaze dancing through the dense trees. The scent of the stallion was familiar, which was unexpected, although Asmodeus could not claim to know the Paradise lead's name. He had smelled him often as a boy when he'd tested the boundaries of his home (and of his mother's patience), and knew him to be a Paradise resident, likely a son of Rougaru. The latter assumption, he supposed, should predispose him to be unwilling to work with his neighbor, but Asmodeus did not have room to hold onto his father's old grudges.

Who he was now, and who this unknown stallion was now, were both very different from whoever their fathers were.

A call sounded through the jungle and he turned toward it, fairly certain that the leader of the territory was also likely to be drawn in by the sound. It might have been more prudent for him to keep his nose out of it, but he merely wanted to suss out what kind of relationship he was to have with the Paradisian lead. As he approached, his gaze skimmed over the spotted stallion and onto the silver-maned stallion who was clearly bristling at the intrusion of another. Asmodeus settled a few paces away and cleared his throat to draw attention to himself.

"It would appear not," he murmured, ears tipping toward them. He had heard of Lucifer before and found it strange that the black demon had been here as well after Octavius' grim warning, but he brushed aside the concern now as he had then. Until he actually saw this red-eyed shadow for himself or felt the consequences of his interest, Asmodeus would not bother worrying over him. "Sorry for intruding, but I heard all the shouting from next door and figured I'd come to see what the problem is." His gaze flicked over the younger stallion consideringly before fixating on the hostile older stallion, assuming he was the leader of Paradise. "I'm Asmodeus, from the Shore."

Adult Stallion 16.0HClassic Champagne ChimeraSolomon x Xiomara