Skill: Trickster
Ab had decided to take his ventures outside Mistveil. The cross foxes and squirrels were getting old...
Along the way he'd picked off the same things he'd found at home, nothing new just the changing pelts of the animals around him. He scoffed as the male continued to move forward into gods knew where. Currently he was covered in old blood, and he stank... Bathing was not high on his list at the moment, not when he had free reign of everything around him. No momma to tell him no, nobody to tattle on him, nobody to stop him...
A sick smile crossed his features as he imagines how he must look to everyone around him. He smiled wider from the right side of his mouth while the left stayed in a half smile, it was a maniacs smile, and he was damn proud of it. Pride swelled as he realized he was probably the baddest thing around and he chuckled to himself, god it was good to be him.
As he wandered he realized soon he was surrounded by purple blooms all around. The scent of them floated to his nostrils and caused him to sneeze once heavily... Damn he hated flowers... Growling he kicked at them as he walked, destroying a path as he walked, and soon he heard the strangest sound...
It was a mixture between a whimper, a howl, and a growl. Smiling the male could only assume it was a wolf in trouble and he picked up the pace towards its origin, completely stopping his destroying of the blooms and racing to the place he'd heard the sound from. Abaddon stopped a few feet away from another wolf, one who seemed to be crying, and he replaced his maniacs smile with a frown and a look of concern. Mirroring mother at her finest.
What's wrong...?He feigned concern, his voice echoing that of compassion and caring as he took a gentle step forward, his head bent down as he tried to look unthreatening... Though he knew that would be impossible as he was covered in blood... And smelled of death and lilacs... Perhaps he could trick her into thinking he had just been hunting, though he was a rather large wolf and it was hard to look unthreatening with his sharp gaze piercing through her.
The female was small, so his towering didn't help, and she smelled so fucking sweet... Abaddon did his best not to take a deep breath of her inwards as he held himself still, dropping his tail behind him and smiling as sincerely as he could... And he felt that that gentle smile he sported was a damn good impression of what he'd seen on Jaxxon and Momma...
