Naberius carried himself haughtily up a curved path along the side of one of the massive mountains that flanked the place he had decided to call home, for now at least. So far he was rather enjoying his stay within the Basin’s borders, mostly thanks to the presence of Psyche and her welcoming appearance. It had been a long while since Abe had come across a female with any evidence of brain activity. Most seemed hardly capable of comprehensible speech let alone common sense, making Psyche a rather intriguing gal. A grin twisted Abe’s lips at the thought of the stygian queen and her coquettish antics. He was still not entirely certain they weren’t just a ruse to get him to do her bidding, but frankly he didn’t even care. Two could play that game, and he was sure he had a few more years of experience in the seduction enterprise than dear Psyche. However she was quite the worthy opponent he had to admit. He’d play with her any day of the week. Or until he became bored that is, and Naberius was notorious for being difficult to entertain.

A hushed snort escaped has nares as Abe’s robust limbs hauled his muscled carcass onward. Now that he had been formally welcomed to these lands it was time he took to exploring them. His sire constantly reminded Naberius, when he was young, that he need always know his surroundings and his preeminent exit, “only a fool is caught in a labyrinth” Mammon would preach and to this day Abe could still hear his father’s lessons ringing in the back of his mind. Abe passed many caverns in the cliffs, most just shallow holes that held nothing of interest for Naberius. If he could see the back wall he continued on and if he couldn’t he would enter them only to discover they were hardly more mysterious than their depthless kin. That was until Abe stumbled upon the mouth of one that emanated an abnormal aroma from within its jaws. Stopping abruptly Naberius peered into the obscure fissure with his auburn optics, his alabaster banner swaying at his thighs. Observing the floor of the cavity Abe beheld a smudge of rubicund fluid that contrasted intensely with the gray stone, obviously blood. Beside the streak of sanguine plasma lay sporadic feathers and a few more puddles of red, peaking Abe’s inquisitiveness immediately.

"'Ere now, lass, thar've gotten in qui' the mess, now 'aven't thar? I might be able ta help thar out a wee bit, if thar'll do somethin' fer me in return. Fancy tah be hearin' mah terms? The voice was male, accented and much too sweet. It was embarrassingly apparent that he had wicked intentions for whomever he was speaking to. Abe took a few silent steps into the cave, wanting to get a good look at whoever was the receiver of the brute’s words. As Naberius drew nearer he could make out the form of a stallion in the darkness, his silhouette revealing that he was a unicorn akin to Abe but smaller than him by a notable extent. Before him lay a jumble of feathers and feet that, upon closer inspection, was a pegasus femme. Naberius studied her curiously, her wings were both terribly damaged and the rest of her was not in much better condition. She was pitiable, but oddly enough Abe felt no pity for the girl. A pegasus this impaired in the Basin meant only one thing, she was a prisoner. He did not know her crime but Naberius scarcely cared, whatever Psyche was doing with her probably had a good reason…or at least decent prospects.

"I be a busy stag, lass, so thar'd best be givin' me an answer 'fore I 'ave tah be goin'." There was something about the way the behemoth spoke and leisurely propped against the partition of the hollow that irked Naberius. His accent made him sound inane and Abe had a mind to tell him so but chose to hold his tongue for the time being. Instead he ventured forward a bit more, keeping his distance from the demon’s rump and out of striking range. Halting far enough back that they wouldn’t know of his intrusion, yet close enough to see them both clearly, and on the opposite side of shelter Naberius decided to speak, his words focused toward the male.

“Werrrl purrrhaps you’d better be goin’ then. Itchin’ yur arse and breathin’ in yur own hot booty breeze sure be important. Wouldn’t wanna keep ya.”

His lyrics were mocking and followed by a cruel cackle. Being his Basin brother mattered little to Naberius; he wasn’t out to make friends. He was a selfish prick and proud of it, he didn’t want others to like him just respect him and respect hardly ever came from being everyone’s buddy. Moving forward Abe spotted the butterfly and grinned looking at the damsel for but a moment before setting his sights on the winged insect once more.

“Ooooo pretty butterfly!”

He cooed before lashing out quickly and snapping his chops around the pristine bug. Chewing a few times, the crunching noise rather noticeable in the still surroundings, Naberius spoke yet again with a mouth full of butterfly. His smile ever widening as he stared spitefully at the vixen.

“Oops.”

{ ooc: okay so I wasn't quite sure where the butterfly was so if it was on Lana perhaps Abe's teeth could graze/cut her? I dunno haha }