Meadow

Something rocks internally. The boat that holds it begins to twist and sway. Waves start to rise over the edges. As the lightning strikes in the internal battle, the boat that held Lucifer stead begins to sink. The broken boards fold in on each other. The captain yells and then there's nothing more than storm fueled silence. It eats at the black stallion, forcing one hoof to step forward as bright red eyes flare with a darkness so potent that if you were to throw a lit match at the demon, he would go up in a burst of flames.

As his gaze takes in the pale stallion, Lucifer feels his blood churn. Rage as hot as a branding iron roars through everything that makes the black man who he is, leaving nothing alive as a snort escapes twitching nostrils. “Nothing for you to smell.” He snaps, his voice a razor sharp nip towards the air. He wasn't in the right mental state to be facing this old crow, but here he was.

Laughing darkly, the stallion rolls his eyes. “Not particularly.” In all reality, Lucifer hated the Dunes. He hated everything about the barren island that knew best above anything else. “But I never quit. So I've stayed.” Lucifer certainly hadn't ever quit a day in his life. Season after season, year after year, he was there. He fought, he lost, he bled, he won. It was all a vicious cycle he had grown to understand and take as his own. “How about you? Enjoying the Lagoon?” Lucifer had wanted to challenge for this stallion instead of who he had, but he had decided differently. Now, staring at the pale man, he regretted his choice.