It seemed like the hell boy had somehow slipped into unconsciousness for an eternity, and when he had awoken he'd strayed far from the Dragon's Throat. This place he now found himself in was in the wake of a setting sun, a time that the blackened stag enjoyed as he knew the sun's glare would not stun him. It was unfortunate, however, that the heat from the sun no longer prevailed in the wretched season of Orangemoon. He had enjoyed the heat as much as he could in Tallsun, but now he was to be defied of any such luxury. This made his burning inside deepen with an anger like he was being set alight himself. This rage was typical of his kind, one that could not be put out.

It took Abaddon several minutes to calm himself down and understand where he had strayed to. He noticed that through all his misguidance to this new, strange place that he had gone up north, as the cold winds bit a little harder here. He was no longer in deserts, but instead surrounded by what was lush grass, now dying and decaying at a slow pace, hibernating before the harsh winter would wipe all creatures alike out. In this place he had very little to keep him, there was nothing that made him want to stay. He noticed a pool of water, miniscule in its density that he decided to reach down with his tapered obisidian neck and drink from to quench his thirst along the journey. Journey to nowhere.

But as his fiery pools scoured the area once more he caught a glimpse of another creature in the fields on this mountain: a horned creature. His brash manner allowed him to pick up his feathered daggers and edge his way straight over, not caring for privacy. Abaddon did take a while to look at the stranger though. His watchful gaze looked upon a dirtied ivory pelt that was draped over a feminine bodice. But that was not what caught his eye, it was the scars, the beautifully demonising scars that mutilated a perfect skull. He was staring at the white demon of dual-horns, the bottom one broken off like a shard of crafted glass.

Once Abaddon had stopped staring he began to look deeper into his prey. There was a despair in the orbs of this fae. This caused a little humorous game to light up inside his brain, and he played it well, all too well to stop his temptation from getting the better of him. He spoke loud and clear at the beautiful stranger with a charming, dark voice,
"If you were wanting to be alone you're living in the wrong lands," a dark chuckle left his rumbling chest as he continued, "But if you don't to be alone, you have company, little demon." Had he already dared to give the stranger a pet name?

He was slipping...

" . "

[OOC: He's already got a name for her xD]