Lucifer

And enter the game he creates.

Rising from the surf, Lucifer found his ears twitching as his red eyes tracked Rook’s movements. He should not be surprised, but something inside of his breast twitched and perked its ears with how she left. Humming slightly under his breath, the black monster shifted and looked at Jester as he rose from the sea. It was hotter here than it had been on the Crossing island, but the shadow enveloped stallion was so used to it these days that he did not find himself bothered by it. He could go walk away now, head to check the borders, but instead he remained silent for a while before a slight grin broke his lips.

“Welcome to the Dunes.” He starts off, letting his deep voice shift through the air before he shakes out his large frame. As the water falls from his body and lightly splatters on the ground, a groan escapes his lungs. Flicking his ears forwards and then backwards once he was finished shaking, Lucifer eyed Jester once more before choking on a chuckle that wanted to escape the moment he faintly heard Rook’s bellowing call. It had been a short while now since she departed, but the demon couldn't help the way his throat tightened with the need to laugh. She was the one who left, it wasn't his fault she now found herself lost.

Lifting his legs, the dark male began to walk slowly, making sure his pace was steady in case Jester needed an easier pace towards the oasis Lucifer was guiding them towards. ”Walk with me. There is an oasis not far from here with some foliage and fresh water.” Tilting his head and looking back over his shoulder, the long maned shire cross raised a brow. Everything was ‘technically’ in Jester’s hooves. At least, that's how Lucifer let it be believed.

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