Lucifer of the Dunes

And my dice aren't weighted.

To say Lucifer had missed Rieva would be an understatement. He cared for Teagan greatly, but there was something missing in the depths of his soul. With his pale woman gone, Lucifer had done many horrible things. With Rieva gone… he had learned the darkness inside him wasn't a fluke. He was a monster, a beast, but he had changed. When Teagan came into his life, the stallion saw the world in pastel hues and gentle paint strokes. With Rieva… everything was crisp like acrylic paint.

Walking along the sands with his ears twisting all directions, Lucifer was doing a night patrol. He was not sure what had drug him from the depths of his slumber this evening, but he had to do it. With every step he took, sand particles flew through the air. The pieces that were stuck to his leg feathers flicked and rolled across other granules. It was like a small riptide of his own making, but the storm that was barely a simmer in his chest changed. The rolling of it seemed to amp up when he heard something in the distance. His head turned with the challenge he heard, but what he saw had everything falling away and his crimson eyes zeroing in on something before him.

There, in the distance, someone stood. The pale frame, the way they moved… Lucifer found himself trying to swallow against a desert dry throat. His ears pinned back, hiding themselves in his mane as he stared at what the world have found funny enough to drop on his territory. He did not know how to handle this, but he was forced to face it as he swallowed for a second time, his throat constricting and staying tight.

Moving forward slowly, Lucifer pulled his body tight. His neck arched, his hooves pounded, and his tail rose. The sheer bulk of him curved to the point of something showing off, but also being ready to do something he might regret. No sound left his lips as he moved, making everything seem all the more of a dream to him until he was face to face with the mare of his dreams.

”Rieva.” He managed to say, his tone broken but not overly so. Before him, the gorgeous frame of the woman he cherished most stood. She might be worse for wear, but Lucifer could not see any of that just yet. She was alive, she was breathing… Thats what mattered to him. As he took in everything of her with the rose tinted lenses slowly falling away, he finally noticed just how rough she was. He saw the challenge in her frame, the malnourishment of her body, and the scars. She had not been this way when she had vanished from him, but he was not about to speak that out loud. Instead, the dangerous creature shifted just enough to give her his whole body as his lips peeled back to give a dangerous, but flirtatious smile.

“Hit me. You know you want to…. pet.”

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