Lucifer of the Dunes

And my dice aren't weighted.

Broken, but not beaten. That's the way Lucifer stands on a dune and looks down over his small herd. He should want to go out and make it larger. The need to be king wasn't strong anymore though. It showed in the small herd he had. The way he protected them. He might be a demon in black armor and tar filled organs, but he protected them and in some twisted part of his mental, he loved them.

Turning his head slowly and scanning everyone, Lucifer waited until he could pick Teagan out from the group. Looking over his two toned mare, he felt something curl its way around his dark soul. The warmth of it was calming, urging him to accept the comfort. He was uneasy with the emotion, but a low whisker escaped his lips toward her. He didn't go down towards her though. Instead, after his call, he gently dipped his head towards his side. The only other one who stood beside him like he was offering Teagan, was Tefnut.

Giving the woman a gentle whicker, he waited before turning his head to her. “I have something to ask you, Teagan.” He murmured, his voice softer than ever as his usually hard eyes were soft when looking at her. “Would… would you be willing to be my lead mare?” He whispered that part. No one else but Rieva had held the title of his pet. He could change it for Teagan… but it was up to her.

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