The Lost Islands
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LUCIFER
stallion | 18hhs | black | Faithless Demon


As her name brushed his lips, Lucifer felt his ears tuck tight against his head. The fine strands of fur that lined his body slowly twisted and wiggled against his body, letting the wind guide them in little dances across his body. His long tail twisted and turned behind him, marking the land with faint trails before they were swept away. His large head lowered to be level with his knees, taking a scent to just be. It was something he needed to do as the memories rolled through his mind's eye. He could see his Rieva and all that he had done to be at this point in his life. He was missing her though, something that tugged at his inky black heart. He had others to watch over and try to care for now, but his mind could not bring forth enough emotions to honestly care for another unless they were golden and painted, which was suddenly a shocking revelation.


As the thought rings through his mind, the black beast snaps his eyes open. Fear taints his face, his blood roaring through his ears in a racing beat of his heart and pulse. Swallowing thickly, Lucifer tosses his head side to side, trying to shake the thought from his mind. He could not care for another, not like he did her. She was his everything, something that had been keeping him until this point in his life. She had once been his constant, but now that he thought harder about it, where was she? His heart ached, his lungs stalled, and a pained sound left his lungs. “Rieva?” His voice broke then, her name coming out shattered as his sides began to heave. Panic and something else laced themselves around his heart and lungs, constricting everything until he was stumbling forward with the whites of his eyes showing and black ears tucked tight against his head.


Stumbling forward through the sand, Lucifer headed to the nearest oasis with his floundering gait. Everything was going fine, he was moving forward and everything, but that stalled the moment his front right leg did not lift as high as it needed to go. Stumbling over sand that was now seeming to come racing at his face, Lucifer squealed before his large frame hit the ground with a solid sounding thud. Flailing his legs, the pitch black brute rolled down the rest of the dune, his frame splashing into the oasis water with a loud curse exploding from his lips.



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