Skill: Trickster
His mouth salivated as she spoke, her voice a tapestry of beautiful tones that wound through his audits like a cartoon. Abaddon held back a smile and feigned sadness, his face knitting into that of the man who owned the mountain with momma, sorrow at it's finest danced across his features at her words. She mentioned she didn't know, everything was wrong and she thought she had died...
Died...
Her sift lilac orbs danced across the bloody splatters that lay across his maw and chest, his feet and face, and she didn't turn away from the sight or scent and he held still, his breath holding in his chest as he felt the burning of it trying to be release. He continued to hold. You... She started, You're hurt? She gestured at his blood with her nose, he waited feeling like she had more, and he was right. Or... Or was it something else...? She questioned further, taking a small step with a wavering voice towards him.
He held. She was hesitant and almost uneasy on her legs as she moved, she looked to his face and searched for a sign of some sort, what he didn't know, shortly after she had moved she mentioned she didn't mean trouble and she didn't know where she was. He smiled faintly, a twitch of faked warmth as he held his position, letting her near him as he replied in his deep voice.
Nah... I was huntin'...He reassured her, his version of hunting, he wasn't quite lying.
You're in Mythris...He explained, hearing the name tossed around in the pack before and tucked it away for memory, lucky for him that knowledge was coming in handy.
M'Abaddon...He introduced himself, giving her a false sense of security in his words, he bowed his head slightly and held back a dark chuckle...
If only momma could see him now...
No one talks to me. No one wants to be my friend. They think I am unstable...
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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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.
