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The Destroyer
Jakten (Vakker)
Statistics
Species
Mackenzie Valley Wolf x Timber Wolf

Sex
Male (He/Him)

Age
1.6 years [09.26.24]

Height
Very Tall

Weight
Heavy

Build
Athletic

Eyes
Blood. Citris.

Fur
Alabaster. Onyx.

Scent
Death. Crisp Mountain Air. Pine. Cedar.

Oddities
Black mane. Black Chest. Black Underbelly. Eye Oulines. Black Strands Through Tail. Huge Stature.

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Posts

Threads

Rating
3L - 3S - 3V
Excessive/Strong Language, Gore, Sexual Content, Strong Violence

Short. Cold. Calculated. Sadistic. Protective. Night-Owl. Apathetic. Unpredictable. Momma's Boy.
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Abaddon didn't have to wait long for Momma to appear, and when she did she cast a glance at him as if he'd done something wrong and the boy had to hold back a flattening of ears at her disapproval. A piece of him was irritated that she'd cast such an icy gaze at him, at his behavior that hadn't happened... Honestly it lit a flicker of a flame in his chest that made him want to go out and commit random acts of violence on the animals in the forest that surrounded them.

He lowered his eyebrows over citrine and crimson and stared at Momma's behind for a moment once she turned away and back towards the stranger. Searing fire into her fur momentarily, but the feeling faded almost as quickly as it had appeared...

... How annoying....

His eyes shifted to the strange wolf that now introduced themselves as Spirit and their owl companion as Solas. The pale ghost of a warrior mentioned they were looking for a pack to join if they were in need of warriors and Abaddon nodded as he tucked that information away in his mind for later. Warriors, this one was experienced... He should have known by the scars...

Ab sniffed the air and shuddered as the scent of peppermint, sage, and juniper overtook his senses, he tried to nab at Spirits scent but all he could smell was Momma. His focus averted straight back to the massive form of the Sovereign as she tentatively took a few steps forward and stood next to Nyra.

Abaddon sat down and curled his tail around his thick haunches, sitting proudly and silently next to Momma, his eyes locked onto her face. He was large but Momma was still larger. He patiently waited for Momma to speak, hanging on her every breath, every word, with his own baited breath...

...Momma...


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You walk along the edge of danger - by Spirit - 7/9/2025, 5:33 PM
RE: You walk along the edge of danger - by Abaddon - 7/10/2025, 12:56 PM

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