Lucifer of the Dunes

And my dice aren't weighted.

As another birth took place in the Dunes, Lucifer found himself twitchy. His body paced the sands a distance off from Wythe. Unease coiled in the stallions gut, forcing itself to be noticed by his mind. The taste of bile lined the back of his tongue and his throat ached with how much saliva he found himself swallowing. Teagan had handled her birth swell, so in many ways Lucifer hoped Wytche would be the same.

As time wore on and the beast held back, he grew more and more uncomfortable. The standard scent of labor had his nostrils pinching, but as the scent of blood grew stronger than he could handle, he moved. Getting closer to Wytche but not encroaching just yet, the demon tried to stay calm. His heart raced in his chest and his blood felt on fire. He didn't know what to do, but instinct came over when he heard her weak cry.

Before her call could end, Lucifer was quickly crossing the distance between himself and his starlight hued woman. His crimson eyes scanned over all of her, hoping to see what was wrong. What he found made his hooves stumble over the sand, but no sounds came out. Before him with red across the ground and other liquids, Lucifer saw Wytche and two foals.

“Wytche?” He rumbled, his voice low and barely hiding the fear that tore through him. “What can I do?” He asked, his head lowering near hers. He wasn't about to touch the foals unless she told him to. Right now, his only worry was her. Something was wrong, but he didn't fully know or understand what it could be.

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