Lucifer of the Dunes

And my dice aren't weighted.

Sometimes life gives you a kick so hard in the ass that you find yourself skidding across the asphalt with your rear end stinging and your pride a touch bruised. It was that feeling that currently had Lucifer standing on the edges of his territory and the Desert. He really should not head down the dune that separated him from where Mazikeen ruled, but he found himself just going anyways. Instinct did its best to hold him back, but even that little voice in the back of his head was not enough to stop his hooves from cresting that edge and slowly moving through the open land.

Pushing through the land that was more firm than his own home, Lucifer let out a deep breath. This was a horrible idea considering everything, but oh well. First he tried to track the scent he knew well, even if it led him straight to the beach. Once that did not work, he turned and slowly began to move. He could scent her, the woman that Mhidas used to smell of. She was still here, even if it was not exactly the same as it was on him. Now, it was stronger. There were little tastes he could pick up from it, but he did not stick on any of the single pieces until his gaze lifted from the ground he had been eyeing. For the past few minutes, he had been following hoof prints that had her scent on the air. Now, he found himself stopping as he came almost face to face with the woman who had birthed the only stallion Lucifer found himself, dare he say, working on falling in love with.

Taking in the cream hued mare with the white overo marking, Lucifer knew he was severely doomed. His red eyes scanned her frame until finally he decided it was now or never. Giving a gentle call in her direction, Lucifer moved slowly. If Mazikeen were to catch them talking, it would be with him not even trying to steal a member of the Desert herd. Instead, it was him curious, hoping to learn something of where Mhidas would be, and possibly fixing the wrongs he had made with this one woman only. “Miss… I am sorry. But… would you know where Mhidas could be?”

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