Lucifer of the Dunes

And my dice aren't weighted.

Rising from the sea, Lucifer felt his sides heave with each struggling breath from his lungs. Muscles ached inside of his dark coat, begging to just lay down. Blood trickled from a scrape he gained exiting the now turbulent sea. His trek hadn't been swift, but it had taken him to where he needed to go. Turning back to look over his shoulder, Lucifer eyed the distance to his home. He would have to swim back at some point, but for now he would be where he was without a single worry.

Letting himself breath through swiftly flexing nostrils, Lucifer took a moment to pace himself. He had to stand there for a while, but once his breathing was under control he was finally able to lay his sisters hair by his hooves. Lifting his head once he had dropped it, Lucifer opened his lips and sent out an echoing call over the dense territory. He was calling for whoever would hear him, be it a new lead or someone she had spent time with. His heart raced in his chest as his voice sang, but he did not end the call until he was forced to lower his head and cough.

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