Lucifer of the Dunes

And my dice aren't weighted.

Simply watching Teagan had that constricting chain around his sick heart loosening. Lucifer leaned into her touch, absorbing it as she graced him with it. His crimson eyes closed as a long sigh escaped his muzzle and flowed through the air. Any and all tension he previously had holding him was releasing from his thick frame. He couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine or the way his heart oddly raced in his chest. He didn't understand any of it, but from watchful eyes looking in, someone would notice the kindness that was bubbling below the toxicity.

The words he heard made the last crack in his chain. The ruined metal fell away for that moment. He could feel the care he had for her, but he couldn't name it. Smiling as she said yes in her own way, the stallion turned his head to aim a tender touch to her skin. The giant of a stallion could be good, but he was toxic deep down and it was only because of this mare soft nature that allowed him to be free of the confines he had been living in for so long. Thanks to Teagan, others like Marceline wouldn't see his toxic side as often.

Hearing Ash, the onyx brute turned his head before chuckling when his mane was tugged. Lightly shaking his head, he listened to Teagan's touch and the playful way of his son. Taking a few steps forward, the stallion lowered his head and very carefully placed a gentle nip to the younger males shoulder if the young man allowed it. “I'll play.” Lucifer rumbled, his crimson eyes dancing as he stood above his family, watching them but also playing with his newest of the few foals he would have this season.

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