The tired obsidian simply muttered under his breath as he flashed his own orangey aggression within his pools towards Sikeax. He paid little attention to what the rougarou creature was doing around her, but the way she spoke about his rude nature and everything negative that she could spout from her wretched velveteens seemed to be bounding from it. What was this sorcery? He took one gaze at the strange companion to his acquaintance and then gave a dark smile as he heard:

...I think you and him are just the same type of people.

With this smile the same dark tone accompanied the words he spoke to the pale fae,
"Then that Hob... thing... would get along very well in that case. It's a pity we would not." Abaddon could have attempted to sound genuine when he knew that Sikeax had the key, his way into their world and their warm homeland. But the hell boy was far too passed being a kind and considerate creature. That had been burnt out of him like the scars on his cranium seemed to tell the entire world. It was a wonder he still had eyesight left in the one pool, but his beauty did not affect him. It was his brute strength and his lack of emotion that kept him going in this wretched world, and he planned on helping the chaos. Right now though, he was tired and needed the journey to end with a satisfactory conclusion, and showing his wrath to the smaller and feeble unicorn was just going to eek away at his remaining energy resources. In a tired sigh he then spoke again to her, "I appreciate you having a key." It was not a compliment. His voice was dripping with the struggle of using such a verb towards another creature, there was nothing worse than bowing his immense figure towards another creature. Somebody else helping him.

But he then turned his attention back to Ranjiri.

Threats will get you nowhere. You're not a part of our herd yet.

She was the real reason that he stood there now, throwing his skull this way and that to scour the overflowing landscape that seeped into his pools, and between the three creatures that stood before him. The dark queen seemed even more exhausted and he wondered just how easily it would be to throw his weight over her and just... crush her. His dark thoughts caused a sinister gaze over her, but he did nothing to act upon it. He remained silent and walked towards her, bowing his cranium towards her and throwing his tassles in an unmistakably handsome and tickling manner at Ranjiri.
Abaddon could have been so much more if not for his physical disabilities and his internal ones. But being a complete dick was embedded into his genetic fabrics and there was no cure for being a bastard, "Threats may get you anywhere you wish should you play them to your advantage. I should teach you one day, Ranjiri." It was almost an extension of friendship should she bear the same cross as the obsidian.

The brute listened to the two faes' suggestions of having Sikeax walk with them and then their own decision to walk behind him. He wasn't an invalid; Abaddon knew why they were walking behind him. He was too unpredictable and dangerous for them. And who am I to argue, he thought with a horrendously dark mind exploring the pit holes of his mind. He simply nodded in agreement and began to walk in front, too tired and in too much of a difficult situation to argue with them. He would be as civilised as he could before he would strike...



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ABADDON

When two tribes go to war, a point is all that you can score.