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Slightly windy, cold and biting breezes irritate the monster tonight...     The Spine     Early Morning

AW I'm sort of a Dark Knight which you never hear comin'.

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The Destroyer
Hildibrandr (Vakker)
Statistics
Species
Mackenzie Valley Wolf x Timber Wolf

Sex
Male (He/Him)

Age
-1 [09.26.24]

Height
Very Tall

Weight
Heavy

Build
Athletic

Eyes
Blood. Citris.

Fur
Alabaster. Onyx.

Scent
Death. Crisp Mountain Air. Pine. Cedar.

Oddities
Black mane. Black Chest. Black Underbelly. Eye Oulines. Black Strands Through Tail. Huge Stature.

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Short. Cold. Calculated. Sadistic. Protective. Insomniac. Apathetic. Unpredictable.
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Set around 2am.


It was the time of the beast...

The boy had found in his time alive in The Spine he quiet enjoyed the night... Everyone was asleep for the most part and it was much easier to sneak up on his siblings and those sleeping critters...

Abaddon had found that he quite enjoyed waking up a burrow of rabbits with a few loud barks into their holes and casing them around for a while, finding one to pick on...

One to torture for a while...

A smirk crossed the boys features, for tonight was different... Tonight he didn't feel that hunger... That burning rage within his breast... Tonight he felt still...

The large child laid still, positioned on his stomach, head between his paws as he flickered his empty duo-toned gazed across each silent body in the den, finding they were all still in their own way he decided to pull himself up to his large paws. The monster dragged them slowly, loudly, across the granite floor and bared teeth to the winds that blew in his face... Snapping a few times at the empty air that blew a bite across his muzzle in the darkness...

He snapped once left... Once right... At nothing but the bite of winter on his cheeks...

After a few seconds of trying to punish the invisible wind spirit he came to the edge of the den cliff. Abaddon plopped his ass heavily against the ground as he stared up at the moon... That half hidden thing that lit up parts of the lands and hid the other half. Crimson and gold swept along the lands below, surveying his surroundings like he might have been memorizing it... Even though he already had in his 6 months of life...

He didn't talk, didn't move, didn't make a sound... He was a bi-colored statue in the night...


Du bist giftig, ach so giftig.

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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.
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I'm sort of a Dark Knight which you never hear comin'. - by Abaddon - 3/24/2025, 4:50 PM

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