Lucifer of the Dunes

And my dice aren't weighted.

Stumbling from the sea, a creature dark as midnight crashes through foliage. Water drips from sun bleached black fur, taking its time to trail its way to the horse's stomach and drip. Heaving breaths fill the air before a pained grunt leaves foam coated lips. Blinking blurry red eyes, the equine known as Lucifer falls.

Hitting the ground with an audible crash, Lucifer finds himself knocking on the center line of two territories. The trip to this point had been long and grueling, but the stallion thought he had it. Which he had, until he left the banks of the Peak. Once he had started swimming towards Luthien from the Crossing, he became bombarded by strong ocean currents. With his front leg being weak and pain coursing through his body, the stallion had been nothing more than a lost floaty in the great sea.

Now as he lays on the territory line, the stallion chokes. His throat aches as his sides heave, forcing water through his mouth and onto the ground. His black nostrils pinch with each cough, but as time goes on and he finds himself able to breathe, he continues to lay still. Locked on the ground and suffering injuries, the black behemoth doesn't see who comes his way. All he knows is that under the warm Luthien sun, he stretches his neck out, his large head going as far as it could go before a pained whinny escapes his lips.

Stallion ─ 18.0 hands ─ Black ─ Demon King of The Dunes