Lucifer of the Dunes

And my dice aren't weighted.

“This must be some sick fucking game.”

Time had passed since he had found her hair. It had been months and with it came a new season. Standing on the beach where he had found Baba Yaga’s mane clamped in Enigma’s teeth, Lucifer eyes the decomposed body of his sire. The male's body was void of anything internal, but with the heat some of the man's fur still clung to his bones. It was a gruesome sight, but Lucifer did not find himself leaving the corpse. Instead, he walked closer before lowering his lips to his sire’s body and picking up one of the small bones that lined the ground. Chewing on it slowly, Lucifer huffed out a breath.

It was a rare thing, a horse eating a bone. However, just like deer and other herbivores, horses in the wild would chew on small bones to get calcium and other minerals. It was a deficiency science would say, but Lucifer was a horse and did not believe in science. With his head turning away and his frame shifting, the black demon moved on from the bones and went into his territory.

Finding himself walking on the edge of it, Lucifer perked on ear in the direction of the Desert. Mazikeen still held there, so he found himself letting out a sigh of relief. Without Nyimara here on Salem, it was more peaceful. He was still stewing on what to do with that knowledge, but that was life. Shaking his head slowly and chewing on his new treat, Lucifer just walked on. It was a calm fall morning. With the peace he wondered if maybe… he would be lucky enough to have another foal come from this season.

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