Falls

As his eyes trail the one coming his direction, the demonic beast feels his lips quirk up at the corners the moment he realizes that its a mare. Normally he was faced with stallions, but this was a nice change of pace. Instead of automatically pinning his ears tight to his poll when she comes forth, he lets them slowly rotate forward and fix on her, listening to the words that slip from her lips. They make him smile a bit wider, his yellowed teeth barely on display as he makes sure to keep track of where she is.


Turning his ears to track her, Lucifer keeps his mind sharply focused on the mare as she circles him, taking in his frame. His onyx marked coat was littered in scars, white hairs poking up here and there from the wounds he had received over the years. Normally speaking, horses that were kept with humans did not have white littering through their fur. However, when one was wild, they found themselves marked more or less than what Lucifer was with wounds from their life.


“Indeed.” Not saying much more, Lucifer scans the mare that stands there before him. She was smaller than him, marked with white that came from her genetics. He could tell some of a pale brown on her, but the white over powered it. As his ruby gaze scans her a bit more thoroughly, he can't help the twitch that overtakes his now straight lips. She was fascinating and her posture and tone speak of something with a sharp tongue. It did make him wish he could take her home, but a woman that moved like this was no lousy herd mare or a wandering homeless stranger.


“Children are an anomaly I doubt anyone will understand.” He finally rumbles, his head tilting to the side a tad. “Curiously though, you are roaming away from a herd I would have to guess. A homeless woman does not walk with the pride you have.” Lucifer was not smooth with his tongue with how abrasive he lived his life, but the twinkle in his eyes showed he was genuinely curious about this spotted woman. “My name's Lucifer. It's nice to meet you, miss…?” He lets his silence drag on, poking at the way he would like to know her name. A mare such as this deserved to be called by her name and by a title she most likely earned.