Skill: Master Sadist.

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Set about 1am.

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He had ventured to Eastborne and back home, and he found that wandering was almost as entertaining as torturing those animals in the forest...

Smirking he padded his way down the mountains and through the forests and passed by tree's covered in pink. Budding and bright they were as he wandered from the Spine to wherever he would end up. Breathing steadily through his nostrils the boy wandered through a rage of emptiness and found nothing... A growl passed through his lips as he huffed through his nostrils with a sound of irritation.

Soon he arrived on a large hill that overlooked smaller hills and mounds covered in large beasts. Thundering creatures that were probably four times his size, and the boy was mighty large...

He smirked from one side of his mouth and wondered what their blood tasted like...

It was dark as he had slept during the morning times, finding small rocks to curl up against for safety, and he noticed that the massive beasts were sleeping, his bi-colored optics scanning along the edges of each of those monsters below. The only light was that from the half moon that shone above, there were no clouds hiding the gorgeous woman and he sighed with his thoughts wandering into dark places.

Valkyrie had been on patrol, wandering further out from The Spine to assure nothing of interest was lurking close to home.
As the Radningar loped along, sniffing and observing, she caught the scent of one of the Sovereign's kids.

Knowing full well the respect Nyra commanded even from the Saxe, Valkyrie was not about to ignore the potential dangers of leaving this kid unattended, especially around such massive (and combative) prey.
So, with her attention split between keeping the bison undisturbed and on the teenager hiding in the brush, the Sword drew closer and let out a sharp but gentle chuff to let the boy know she was there before she settled beside him, her expression a natural soldier's stern-ness.

Skill: Master Sadist.

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Set about 1am.

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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...

Hungry the boy rumbled.
Valkyrie felt a rumble in her own belly, one for meat - she assumed the same of Abaddon; But the two of them alone would likely not fell one of these beasts...two adults for a calf, maybe, but one adult and one inexperienced teenager? No, that certainly would not do.

"Too big. Not enough of us." The Sword rumbled back to Abaddon, intending to relay her thoughts to the boy; "Need more of pack for big prey." 
She looked to Abaddon then, searching him for understanding.

Skill: Master Sadist.

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Set about 1am.

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He growled in response... One day maybe... Though Valkyrie mentioned a pack... He had that but he couldn't play with them in front of an audience. That wasn't his thing, he liked to torture in the dark. Blinking, eyes unmoving from the animals in from of him Abaddon swished his tail behind him on the ground like an angry cat.

Got a better Idea...? The teenager quipped back, wondering if she had better plans for the night then sitting in wait. Abaddon was more than happy to sit and play within his imagination but was Valkyrie?

The teenager quipped in return, got a better idea?
Valkyrie huffed sharply in response, watching the bison herd for a long moment before she spoke again.

"Spar." Was all she said in the moment, looking at Abaddon then with an expectant purple stare.
Was it a suggestion made to (hopefully) ward him from potentially killing himself at the horns and hooves of the Bison? Absolutely. 
And if the boy tried to insist on pestering the powerful beasts...well, she would risk Nyra's ire at manhandling her child if it meant he would live to see another day.

As was her duty.

Still, she didn't yet move for Abaddon, instead allowing him the opportunity to make the smart choice to spar.