
She raised an eyebrow and asked about his parents... Parents... Parent...
Stifling a growl he curled his lip up a little bit in anger but pushed it down quickly for the sake of diplomacy... Mother wouldn't like if he tore into a newcomer, especially one that had manners and waited outside their borders...
I can call my mom...He said to them finally after a few moments of silence between them, his gaze bouncing between the beast of a woman swathed in ivory fur like a few of the pack wolves.
His lip had relaxed though he held his dominance stand, he knew where he stood in the pack, in these lands. Abaddon knew the power he held... Just ask Apolune...
You cant.
They send me from planet to planet committing atrocities in their name. And as I get better at it, they fear me more and more. I am a victim of my own success...
I am capable of so much more and no one sees it.
Some days I feel so alone I could cry, but I don't. I never do. Because what would be the point? Not a single person in the entire universe would care.
Take it to your grave.
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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