Falls

The girl was so much like her father, visually, that Deirdre had often teased her that the only thing she had taken from her mother was her gender. Like Arroyo, she was peachy-red, with darker red at her lower legs and face, striping along her back and knees, and an auburn mane and tail that glowed red umber in the autumn light. She was a little more stocky than her sire, her fetlocks feathered slightly like the grandfather she'd never met, but she was still largely her sire's clone.

The same sire that had, mere weeks ago, warned her whole family about the giant, hulking black stallion Lucifer.

Thus, as the black beast approached the pitiful shivering girl, she fixed him with wary eyes. His wounds earned enough pity that she did not flee by default, but her high skepticism was written all over her face in text large enough for anyone to see. Her father had made him seem like a cruel, dangerous stallion, but the man before her was injured and not demanding she go anywhere. Confusion allowed him to finish speaking, although his offering of his name - Lucifer - shot her suspicion high enough to orbit again.

"Luci." She echoed, her neck drawn up tensely. "Like Lucifer?" She questioned, although she already suspected the answer. How many giant (standing nearly a foot taller than her at the shoulder), black, draft-like stallions with red eyes calling themselves Luci were the islands likely to hold?

She huffed a snort, her skin still shivering like crazy, and let her gaze go to his grotesque, stomach-turning wound and then back to his face. "What happened to you?" She couldn't imagine what sort of fight a creature had to get in to earn something as nasty as that; all of her fights with her parents had been nauseatingly safe, with no blood spilled and few bruises earned. She couldn't imagine being angry enough at another creature to cause such harm on purpose.