Huffing out a slightly annoyed breath, Lucifer chuckles under his breath. His red eyes gleam as he takes one last look over the Lagoon where he had won against Helios once again and stole the mare in which had screamed when he went to raid Romaro. Now though, karma had come for him and it was time to head towards the Peak. He would go without a fight for he could just harbor himself up there, learn a few things, and leave. The black stallion with half of his sight gone let his head shift at that point and moved towards the Peak, crossing the island with almost lazy steps as his tail flicked against his hocks.


Humming a faint tune, the black beast eyed the mountain after his day's walk. He had taken his time, knowing he would end up here in no time at all. He had been won by Marceline, but he would never stay here long term. He would wait out his time and then run away, but that would take its time. His muscled frame flexed upon the first bit of heavy climbing, but after a while his sore hocks and matted leg feathers slowed down his upward movement with a grimace upon his face, blood now seeping from the infected sores and abrasions.


Heaving out breaths by time he reached where he was supposed to go, the shire mutt eyed the land from up here. His red eyes flickered over all the vegetation, but he soon enough moved under a tree that stood out like a sore thumb this high up. His black frame rested against the bark as his head lowered, slowly and lazily picking at the grasses of his new prison. He was unsure of how long he would be a trinket, but he held no real hope that Garmr would rescue him. The Boss had been absent for so long, but he would wait and watch. Up here, the air was fresher and he would enjoy it as his legs healed and his body became toned with mountain muscle. Maybe in time, he could pick out his next battle or raid victim if he was up here long enough.