Skill: Diplomat
Set about 10pm.
Abaddon had taken to pacing the borders where Lithe had left in hopes that he would catch her when she returned. He didn't know when that would be or how she would return but she would one day, he was sure of it. It didn't take him long to find the large woman near their borders, she was massive, like he would be one day, She had a large scar exposing the skin on her back and she had lost the tail that she could curl around herself...
He stopped inside their borders, a few feet from the scent line, and let out a sharp bark to announce himself. Twitching pale audits the boy stood tall and proud, his tail arched high over his back, blinking as he awaited her awakening.
He wasn't excited, he wasn't nervous, he wasn't anxious. He just was, his duo-toned optics scanning along her frame with mild curiosity, she sported an owl with her, which he found a bit odd. He noted that the thing would have sharp claws and he'd better tread lightly if he wanted to keep all his fur and his eyes intact, he didn't know how trained this bird was and how vicious it could be.
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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