
A loud, sharp, though gentle, chuff floated through the airwaves and into his audtis as he flicked them towards the approaching female...
Valkyrie...
Lifting a lip above his left canine the boy turned a head to face the woman and he gave her a thwap of his tail, to quietly let her know he saw her, before turning back to the bison. His tail swished violently behind him, much like a cats, and he felt a growl rise in his throat and escape his lips at the large creatures.
Hungry...He would rumble at Valkyrie. Though he was not hungry for meat. He was hungry, lusting, for the kill... The torture of the innocent...
Abaddon wanted blood...
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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