Steady as the night, Lucifer stood there with his eyes latched upon the mare. He now had her scent, something that marked her gender. His giant frame did not twitch, showing nothing of what had happened other than a wound upon his front. He had taken it, enjoyed it, obviously seen by the second dark chuckle that left his lips. He was larger than her, something he would have used to his advantage in the past. However, something was different this time around for the brute. He did not retaliate. Did not strike. There was no reason for it, at least not just yet.


Tossing his head skyward, Lucifer forced his soaked forelock to shift. Seeing past the long black strands, he took a moment to take in all that he could see of her. The sky was dark, leaving them in a state of issue. He was dark, black as the night. It was hard to see him, but with his breathing and his body not moving, it would be easy to tell where he was. It took a bit for him to fully accept it for what it was, but soon enough words from the mare made his ears slowly perk forward again, moving away from his neck as a rumbling laugh left his lips.


“Fight? You really think I am going to fight you?” Normally Lucifer would, but she had not hit him hard enough yet. “Maybe strike me with more effort and we can talk about a fight.” Grinning then, the black beast stepped sideways, changing his position so she would have to find him once more. If she were to strike for a second time, he would allow her the fight she so badly wanted. It was up to her however, if the monster allowed himself the taste of her flesh or not. He could be a gentleman after all.