Skill: Master Sadist.
Set about 1am.
He had ventured to Eastborne and back home, and he found that wandering was almost as entertaining as torturing those animals in the forest...
Smirking he padded his way down the mountains and through the forests and passed by tree's covered in pink. Budding and bright they were as he wandered from the Spine to wherever he would end up. Breathing steadily through his nostrils the boy wandered through a rage of emptiness and found nothing... A growl passed through his lips as he huffed through his nostrils with a sound of irritation.
Soon he arrived on a large hill that overlooked smaller hills and mounds covered in large beasts. Thundering creatures that were probably four times his size, and the boy was mighty large...
He smirked from one side of his mouth and wondered what their blood tasted like...
It was dark as he had slept during the morning times, finding small rocks to curl up against for safety, and he noticed that the massive beasts were sleeping, his bi-colored optics scanning along the edges of each of those monsters below. The only light was that from the half moon that shone above, there were no clouds hiding the gorgeous woman and he sighed with his thoughts wandering into dark places.
Du bist giftig, ach so giftig.
Mood board — Playlist— Voice— Toyhouse
Any Of Abaddon's Siblings Are Allowed In Any Of His Threads No Matter The Marking Unless Otherwise Stated.
OOC does not equal IC, Abaddon's actions are not representative of my own.
Abaddon can speak German, Icelandic, and Norwegian but typically speaks English.
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