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Draugur · 1 [9/26/24]

Abaddon, red flame & rune hunt

Since his time of injury, he’d kept mostly to himself, devolving further into an aching mind and systematically releasing reality. The world around him crumbled, and so did his mind. His scars were just a reminder of the beast that did this to him — and the beast within himself.

Being with Abaddon was cathartic, somehow. Feral energy rolled off of his brother’s skin, empowering Draugur to act in the same way. It was easy to be around Abaddon, for there were no wrong moves. No wrong answers.

There was chaos and blood and snarls and growls — but there was brotherhood, too. It was unspoken, most times, but Draugur could feel it there. Abaddon had saved his life, after all …

So the two walked, trailing through the darkness of the wakes in a powerful silence. The wind sliced, cutting through Draugur’s thick fur, his silver-laced eyes trailing along the environment in search of anything abnormal.

The pull of the red flame drew him unconsciously nearer … a light amidst all of the horrible, monochrome darkness. The color spoke to him … red as his eyes. Red as blood.

He’d look briefly to Abaddon.

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