A storm, one that raged so hard, had the black demon standing out in a lower valley in the Dunes. His crimson eyes were closed as his head lifted towards the sky, allowing the cooler water to slide down his thin coat and over his frame. The taste of it was even sweeter as he let the small droplets hit his tongue. It was a nice change from the heat, but the beast did not entirely care that the land was not what he would have preferred. He could go for something else, that much he knew, but for some reason he was attached to this morbid land. It was hot, dry, and utterly miserable. Maybe it reminded him of something from his past or it was the pure fact he had taken it from Helios, but there was no real telling to be quite honest.


Turning faintly to let the water slide down his sides, the black beast stood there for a long time as his body became cleaned of sand and smaller particles. His once dry and dull fur was now shining with fresh water and his face felt refreshed. He liked this feeling, but it did not last. As the storm came to an end and the scent of someone unfamiliar entered his nostrils, the demon king felt that dark thing inside of him rear its ugly head. He jerked his face forward, ears perking straight and his eyes opening wide. His nostrils flared at the edges, showing the deep breath in which he drug in. Curiosity had a hold of him, but that little creature soon enough found itself over powered when the taste of stallion musk filled his lungs.


That was all he needed, that one taste. Moving his legs forward, Lucifer went from a stand still to a gallop in a few heavy hitting strides. His black and shining coat glistened under the fresh light that peaked out through the storm clouds and his feathers smacked against his legs. Some of the sand still flicked up to hit him, but the top layer that was thoroughly doused lifted with each stride and slapped against the ground farther off. He could hear it, just like the thundering of his own foot falls. It was like a war drum, one that matched the steady tempo of his beating heart. There were too many things all sounding so similar, but he did not cut them off. Instead, as he took another breath, that darkness inside just swelled farther. His Witche was near, someone he had not spent enough time with. He had watched her from a distance of course, but that would change now that he was more comfortable in this territory.


Rising over one final dune, Lucifer stopped all forward movement. His eyes searched until they locked on that of Witche. He took in her gorgeous coat, one water slicked just like his. The brightness of his eyes seemed to darken however, once they landed upon the stallion in which she was circling. Grinding his teeth, Lucifer gave a deep call from his lungs towards the mare he had claimed so long ago. Stomping one front hoof before dragging it faintly through the sand, Lucifer made up his mind. Moving down the dune, he did not take his time. Once more, he was running forward but this time his facial expression was different. Ears were pinned, anger easily seen. His blunted teeth became bared, ready to bite whoever got in his way. Hopefully it was not Witche or air, but time would tell on what he clamped his jaws around.