Lucifer waited for her to speak, but it took a while. When her lips took his lower one in a gentle embrace, the stallion closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. The feeling of her teeth upon his skin made his blood slowly churn faster, heat festering just from this encounter. He had a soft spot for his crazy Witche, which was surprising considering he rarely had any soft spots for anyone. However, this woman could match his crazy, he had a gut feeling on that. It was why he allowed her to do this and he allowed himself to actually enjoy it for once.


When she pulled back, the stallion was forced to take a long breath, his sides heaving with how much he pulled in before he let it back out as his ears twitched and rotated back forward from where they had laid softly against his mane at her touch. She had made him forget the present for a moment, which was something new as well considering he was almost always there, thinking and plotting, even if he had once been one to just listen to his gut.


When she started to speak, Lucifer gave her his full attention. He took everything in and chewed on it, but everything came crashing down the moment she ranted and then stopped. Feeling his whole frame lock up, Lucifer took in a slight breath, his ears slowly lowering until they twisted against his mane, the long back strands flattened under the pressure he made his ears hold before releasing them just a touch. Locking Witche with his crimson gaze, the stallion's kind face transformed as he took a step forward, baring his yellowed teeth as a deep sound escaped his lungs. It was a mix of a rumble and a snarling sound, something one would make when rage lit them up out of the blue, making their blood rage into an inferno.


“You. Left. Our. Daughter!?” He roared, his large hooves digging into the sand as he did not let himself lunge forward. Lucifer had done good until that part filled the air. He liked his children, even if they ran away from him. He cared for them, even if he had been an asshole to them. He might hate them at times and be disgusted, but he loved them all the same. He might not understand that emotion, but he knew internally on a level that only he could barely scratch that his children were to be cared for and that they were supposed to be here in the Dunes.


Feeling his skin twitch, Lucifer raised his head up high, pinning Witche with a glare that rivaled one he had given Garmr seasons ago. Anger ran hot in him, but he held himself back just like he had done with Chimney. He would not strike at Witche, no matter how badly he wanted to. He held himself still before his left front foot left the ground. Raising it in the air, the male shook his head before slamming it back down, his body unable to contain the rage much longer. “What is her name?” He finally snarls, knowing that he would be going for her, come hell or high water.