Beleth of the Dunes

Falling on my Sunday best.

Whoever had spoken his name did not come forward. Instead, Beleth found himself staring at his half brother. He was not sure why exactly Ash had come this way, but he was not about to shun a playmate. Instead, the young male pawed the earth with a snort escaping his lungs. A wicked grin curled his lips before he rolled his eyes. “Why of course! What else should I do?” Lashing his short tail, the colt pranced in place for a moment before turning around to face the trail the snake had made in the sand.

Hearing something else, Beleth turned his head just enough to let one vibrant golden eye land upon his brother. “What do you have in mind?” The question was full of curiosity and something else. Beleth was a monster in a young man's clothing, but he was not quite old enough to fully understand just how much of his fathers demons he had been given upon conception. He was still young and inexperienced, but in time that would change. He could be a decent horse when he grew up, but already the voices were speaking deep inside of his mind and begging to be released.

“What kinda trouble?”

Stallion ─ 15.2 hands ─ Buckskin ─ Demonic son of Lucifer