Abraham recognized the look in the eyes of the God as he glanced over him. It was some form of pride, something his father and mother had looked at him with. Bihued eyes moved now toward the Dauntless, the white dragon on his back trilling toward the form of the Czar's cur. Loretta had been the one Abraham watched hunt, so that he could in turn feed the white when she was but a babe--and then Brienne when she too was a hatchling. Shifting his weight, Abraham waited to see what the God would say today. Dark ears flicked upon his head, down into his dark mane when he watched Isopia's form stand near the god. He called her daughter. A sinister, sickening smile lit Abraham's sinister, yet handsome, features. He had defeated a demigod in battle. Arrogance swelled in his massive chest, his muscles tightening as he seemed to grow in size.

However, Abraham was pulled from his glory when several voices snapped at him. The first was Mordecai and her words followed a bite to his shoulder. Gwyneverre hissed from her perch upon the leviathan's withers, and the dragon warned the smaller woman with a small, searing flame dancing off of a forked tongue. Rows of razor-sharp teeth glistened in the daylight. Brienne could not be bothered by the equipeg's bite. She always liked the brindled girl, and she snickered over the bond at her reaction to Abraham's absence. Little girl like you. She jested, tapping her taloned fingers against Abraham's broad back. He silenced her with a dismissive, emotional shove. The second voice, however, was the voice of a child. Abraham lifted a brow, his memory hardly giving notice to who this filly was. Until, at least, she went on about her feather. The darkling stallion snorted, looking down at the girl with a bored stare. "You don't deserve it. It's beauty is too great for someone so ugly." Abraham stated, voice void of any drip of emotion. Another winged girl came to the filly's rescue, and the stallion could have rolled his eyes at her stupidity.

"Mind your own damn business, bitch. This is a dog eat dog world, and I take what I want from anyone I want. There is no discrimination in my actions." He snorted again, moving forward. The stallion shoved his shoulder out, aiming to slam hard into the body of the smaller pegasus. He had no time for these qualms. What was done was done, and it didn't even matter--the feather was not here. Abraham had stashed it away alongside the charm he had acquired. They were in a safe spot, hiding until he could give them to his sister--the only one who deserved their beauty. A third yeller came toward Abraham, and both dragons parted their jaws to release the threat of their respectful elements. "Make no mistake, Ol' Blue, that filly in the frozen mountains was older than I was when she met her end." Again, the stallion moved to shove past Erebos.

A dark ear flickered when the leviathan heard the command of his father's voice--but it was not meant for him. Scowling, Abraham turned his head to look at the mud-colored child again. A snort finally dismissed the trio from him, and Abraham moved into the depths of the forest--waiting like a coiled snake for the battle his father had spoken about.