Skill: Warrior
The heat had called to him, pulled him. He didn't know why but something in him drove him to the wastes...
He could see those strange clouds reaching towards the earth, stretching their fingers and hands down to touch the ground and tickle it with their wisps. Snorting through his nose the beast turned towards Draug then looked to Baal and snorted a grunt at him before the continued on. As they did he could see shapes forming in the distance, they were blue, and he raised an eyebrow in question. Sands and clouds swirled as they came closer and closer, became larger and larger.
As they arrived on the scene another wolf stood ready for a challenge, the wolf he'd battled not long ago and another animal charging forward. Abaddon turned his head over his shoulder to look at his brothers with an evil smirk before turning back to stare at the bear sized blue wolves. He chuckled and rolled his shoulders before he threw himself to the fray and charged along behind the strange horned animal.
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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