The hellboy had taken his time in arriving back from his journeys away from the Throat. Having only met his little demon he was short of contact, but in fairness that was probably the best idea for any other creatures. His mood had grown sour once more as his muscles swelled underneath his bodice from the work of travelling over days, made worse by the harsh biting winds of Frostfall. But Helovia had given him the Dragon's Throat and he took the warmer sands of its terraria in his dark stride. With fiery pools grimacing at the mild temperatures he walked over the desert before spotting several herdmates in the distance. He decided that now was the time to speak more with the creatures the soldier had essentially abandoned and forgotten his duties. With a kick of his hind pillars, the feathers hitting the sand and blowing up in the air the handsome obsidian brute picked up the pace and galloped over, letting the swollen muscles burn from the effort.

Slowing down he caught the end of the conversation: a new herdsmate. How wonderful, Abaddon thought with a slight sarcastic tone. They were all stood on the bridge that he had crossed when first coming to the Throat. There were four creatures, one an ivory striped fae, a mahogany winged female, a yearling fae and yet another filly. The ivory fae and one little filly appeared to be in a makeshift boat whilst the others stood there waiting on the bridge, and this is when Abaddon shrugged his massive shoulders as he understood that she was bringing this new one to them by the boat. 

The outnumbered brute was actually astounded at the amount of females that had congregated in this one place. Yet in spite of this, he knew that they were no match for him should they be in equally foul moods as himself. He lined himself up with the mahogany creature that watched over them along with the little yearling, but he took little interest in why they were stood there. He did not want to bother with the niceties but he reluctantly did so in a bid to watch them bite. With a grunt he took no time in speaking out to them, unaware and uncaring of what they were initially discussing,
"Good day ladies, what are we doing here now?" His sinister pools gazed at each and every one of them, his massive sturdy size towering above the younglings and the strikingly pretty tiger-striped fae, along with the mahogany hued dame. He then continued, "I am Abaddon, a soldier of the Dragon's Throat and it's a... pleasure... to meet you all." Of course it wasn't a pleasure but Abaddon's smile following his words gave this away.

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