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Abaddon
The first flame burned gloriously, but the second flame burns cold.
The first flame burned gloriously, but the second flame burns cold.
He feels the light of the pale sun in this dreadfully cold Frostfall fall like the snowflakes onto his obsidian pelt. If it wasn't for the flakes that were covering his pelt turning him into a grey-like figure, the brute would have had a bright and shining ashen pelt that would stand out like charred bits of wood in the sand. He felt the crackle of the snow that rested upon the terraria brushing against his feathers, which made the brawny stag shiver aggressively as the cold made its way up through his pillars. If not for his huge size, the cold would have travelled a lot faster. But nothing positive could be made from this awful weather.
Abaddon had arrived in a strange land at the worst possible moment. He lived for the heat and the dark, yet right now he found himself in a light snow-covered cold hell in the early reaches of the daytime. He timed this well...
With a grunt and a pffft, his lobes permanently pinned back, the horned brute pawed the ground in frustration which only made him more pissed off at the fact he was brushing the cold further and further into his dark pelt. He decided to carry on walking through the trees and as he did so his protruding crown of obsidian horns vigorously trimmed the branches, causing the dead leaves that had been left to decide their own fate to fall upon his pelt. Instead they began falling on his once handsome skull causing him to wrinkle his charcoal velveteens in distaste. He shook the snow and the leaves and the branches which had fallen on him off and watched with satisfaction as they fell to the ground, and with one dagger smashed them further into the dead grass until they were no longer whole.
He then began to carry on stalking the new land, sniffing and smelling nothing but snow. He was well aware to keep his horns low and so tilted his muscular neck down in order not to trim the trees once more. A melodic, insanely deep mumble of obsenities rose from his velveteens and created a vibration deep within his bodice that could have been heard far away, and his pools raged with the fiery flames of his anger. Whoever had the luck to find him here was going to get an earful. And this was no understatement.
@[Ranjiri]
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