One didn't get where Lucifer was by laying on their back and going belly up. A creature built for power and strength didn't keep those to them if they were yellow-bellied scum. The demon that played the strings of the black brute wasn't entirely playing anymore. Strings were strummed, but the vibration of them that was felt on a mental level began to slam with each little finger flick. It was a force so strong Lucifer felt his teeth grind and his body stiffen. His crimson eyes were dead in the depths of them, barely letting the fire of his inner beast show as he stood on the edge of the Dunes and Desert. It was as if the beast had given in, letting the soul sucking darkness he had used in the Lagoon become who and what he was.

Slowly moving one foot in front of the other, the onyx bastard let his crimson gaze lock on the land before him. Muscled bulged and flexed under his scarred up coat. Sweat glistened on his dust covered frame, creating a shine in areas that other spots were lacking. Tangled strands of mane tapped his thick neck with every stride, whereas the thick dreadlocks in his tail beat lightly against his hocks.

Puffing out breaths that bordered on angry bellows, the shire cross stallion let his hooves steadily work the border. He hadn't crossed it this time around, but he was making a statement. His scent became stronger on this line, working to overpower Nyimara’s. It took everything inside of him to not lunge forward and do what he wanted, but the little creature known as his mental illness didn't let him stride forward.

”Not yet.” It whispered, sinking its claws into his subconscious. Shaking his head at the voice that belonged to his baser instincts, Lucifer snapped his teeth at the air. It took everything he had to fight the feeling, but it was a losing battle. ”Bide your time.” The voice snarled this time, slamming itself so hard into him that the stallion stumbled. Feeling his whole frame tremble, Lucifer was forced to blink his eyes. Looking about himself and the land he finally stood still upon, he looked out over the Desert. He still hadn't crossed into the territory, but his presence wouldn't be allowed to go unnoticed forever.