
More. More. More.
His body craved it, craved that burning, craved that fake ripping that they were doing. He craved the violence, the rage, the war.
Letting out a snarl Abaddon reared up once more and slammed himself down on the shoulder of one of the creatures. He paid no mind to anyone else anymore, now it was only him and that beast. He sank jowls deeply into thee sand and tore away fake flesh as he growled and bit down once more on the neck of the creature. He felt his teeth bury into the jugular of nothingness as the male snarled once more and felt the creature fall.
It landed with a heavy thump and began to dissipate, disintegrating into dust as it fell into a pile of sand. Throwing himself back into the fray the boy cackled and bellowed out a howl of enjoyment...
More. More. More.
Du bist giftig, ach so giftig.
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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