Long robust limbs carried Abe’s twice hued frame around the border of the Basin for what felt like the millionth time that day. Naberius had been trying to figure out something to make himself seem more advantageous to the herd but dejectedly he hadn’t been given much to work with. Abe had visited the Threshold a few times recently but hadn’t found any appealing unicorns to recruit, he had helped harass a young Pegasus which bored him quickly, and he had attended the herd meeting which held no real interest for him. He was running out of ideas and patience, quickly. Helovia was revealing itself to be nothing but a pacifistic province which was becoming rather infuriating for the war veteran who was far from ready to retire his blood thirsty ways. Naberius exhaled rather loudly as he slowed his pace and let his cold auburn orbs peruse the expanse of his home. It was a strange feeling for him to reside somewhere and not hold any power in the domain’s governing, a feeling Abe wasn’t fond of in the least.

Suddenly there came a voice, loud and clear, and Naberius recognized it as one of the accented brutes he had met in the cave imprisoning the battered Pegasus filly. Stopping dead in his tracks to listen he heard him call "Naberius, Totem, Dakini; and Lupus. Come, if you know what's good for you. and Abe instantly didn’t like the bastard’s tone. However curiosity got the better of him and grunting he headed in the direction of the summons. Who were these other three that were beckoned as well? The only two individuals he knew the names of were Psyche and Faelene so Abe supposed he could have met the others in passing but never in the formal, name exchanging, sense. Hell he didn’t even know the dubbing of the behemoth that was hailing him. Though by the accent he assumed it was something pretentious like Reginald or Bartholomew. Ickle wittle Barty…yes that had to be it.

As Naberius approached he observed that he was not the first to arrive and standing before the brindled chap was a mass of ivory fur, obviously not of the equine species, and a drab looking stallion who seemed as if he were about to produce emotion filled poetry to slit your wrists to. Abe sauntered up to the group and made eye contact with each individual, having to look down to do so with the wolf, before settling upon the instigator of this unique gathering.

“You know I thought with such a snazzy accent you might have come from somewhere that taught you manners. No need for the demanding tone, a simple please will do.”

Abe’s voice was filled with jest as he grinned at the rather agitated looking demon. Everyone was always so serious around here, aside from himself and Psyche he hadn’t heard another being laugh since his arrival. It was becoming a total buzz kill.

“Well you got me here gentlemen, what is it that you need from silly ole me?”

Secretly Naberius was hoping they had some kind of job for him to do. He was growing weary of patrolling the grounds where once again he would stumble upon the same shit day in and day out. He had half a mind to look for residence elsewhere if it wasn’t for his desire to bed the Queen. Sometimes that little head can get us into so much trouble.

{ ooc: sorry its slightly recycled, I just wanted to get something up for ya guys }