4/6/2025, 5:11 PM
Skill:
She flattened her ears as he demanded they move and she did. She moved at a pace he was pleased with and they continued on to where the aroma of the world was different.
As they neared he felt the cold being stripped away, replaced with a warmth that was just wrong for this time of the year, he was young but he could feel in his bones this was all wrong... The scents of flowers filled his nose and the boy snorted in disgust as the sickly sweet petals that surrounded them... The tree's they blossomed with pinks that tinged his pale fur with a coloration that was off and almost pink himself.
The fuck...?He questioned as his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes narrowed, his tail dropped. Abaddon held his ears high as they continued on into the dew laden grasses that tickled their paw pads.
Lithe...?He asked her, using her name in a calm way for the first time in her lifetime. Everything, it was just wrong, it caused a pit in his stomach that he couldn't explain, and where he didn't feel fear he surely didn't feel right... Perhaps Lithe might see him in a different light today...
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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