Common

Nasty winter winds slammed against a great beast as his frame stood still upon the banks of the Dunes. Crimson eyes were forced to squint, keeping the sand out of their depths. As the winds howled around him, the black beast named Lucifer finally sucked in one deep breath, his massive frame taking a step forward before it plunged into the sea and headed on a trail that was the long way.


Rising from the sea some time later, Lucifer shook out his massive body and looked around the Crossing. It had been a long time since the demon had come to this area with a certain purpose in mind, but this time around he hadn't let himself stall. Lucifer had taken this swim and new he wouldn't be returning to the Dunes empty handed. He wasn't here to try and find that spitfire named Mazikeen or to even speak with Cullen. Instead, the dark natured stallion was here to find someone to take home.


Flicking his tail as he walked, Lucifer prowled into the Commons with sea water still clinging to his frame. He wasn't soaked, but the light of day softly glittered off of the droplets clinging to his fur. His breath billowed out around him in vapor filled plumes, and his head was held more mellow instead of prideful. As he walked, Lucifer kept the demon inside of him locked away, but it only lasted so long as a scent from his past slammed into his nostrils.


Turning his head, Lucifer searched the open land for the body that emitted the scent. His ears perked forward as well, listening before his crimson eyes spotted her and a youngling near her frame. Stopping all forward movement, Lucifer took a moment to wait. He should have already strode forward, but he was actually thinking for once. Right now the beast in his chest said charge, wanting to push his past captor to the Dunes. His actual brain said wait, so for a second he took in the pale body of Marceline and the more cream hued young man beside her.


Once his mind was finally made up, Lucifer slowly prowled forward. He kept his ears perked as he listened to the end of their conversation. He was curious then, but said nothing until he got close enough to look at them both a bit more clearly. “I can help you find whoever you're searching for Marceline.” His words came out gruff, but unlike the man he once was, Lucifer was calm as he looked to the boy and slowly dipped his head. As there was a child here, Lucifer would be on his best behavior.