Group Only A sea of whiskey couldn't intoxicate me as much as a drop of you

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The mountain, finally, it was in front of him in all its glory, Toska stood beneath it with a bloody and sore shoulder, and exhausted eyes that just wanted to get some sleep. He'd ventured from that blue fire down here after getting some guidance in the right direction, only to get in a fight with a badger he lost to big time, fleeing with his tail between his legs and wounds littering his once pristine body.

Was Abaddon home? Or was he somewhere in this world, lost? What if..What if he no longer liked, Toska? Or found someone new to keep? His eyes watered briefly at the idea, sucking a breath in and slowly trotting back into the mountains, his shoulder groaning in protest with each step but he needed in the safety of those borders, to be home, to be where it smelt most of Abaddon.

i'm home..