
They coolly stated that he should Do so and Abaddon replied with a stifled
Pheh. His eyes flicking over the other once more and wondering if he could take them on... If he could manipulate Momma again... Nahhhh...
Shrugging after a moment passed over him where he felt frustrated and so small, he tossed back his head and called for Momma.
After his deep howl had ended he lowered his head and stared back at the cackling owl and it's owner in silence with another flick of his ivory audits in irritation.
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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