One of these days the sky's gonna break Nov 1, 2019 18:16:37 GMT
Post by Abbadon on Nov 1, 2019 18:16:37 GMT
It was early morning and the restless brute was begging for a distraction. He was a beast of burden after all, enjoying routine and having something distract from the dullard hum drum of his psyche. His life on the farm had suited him perfectly, the quiet solitude to the drowsy vibes of the honey sun.
Abbadon rose to gnarled paws, shaking out his dusty pelt and stretching the muscles beneath. He rose from his bow, enjoying the tingling that had set into his sinew. Time to work, to be of use and earn his keep. He slowly trotted from his decayed room, paws moving nearly in slow motion as his heft swayed with each paw fall.
Today, the speckled bruiser felt curious. As if something was calling or urging him. He had never denied the urges in his belly before, why do so now? Something was coming, whether now or in the future but the superstitious brute was sure of it. He couldn't make sense of his feeling but Abbadon felt the urge to collect herbs today. Sensing tides would turn red at some point, after all the gangs had been at an all time high tension wise.
Abbadon stalked through the mazes of the Labyrinth, peering in each room he passed. He was a guardian and he gave a gruff smile whenever one of his gangmates chanced a look at him. But there was one in particular his honey eyes sought., Juno, the prickly pineapple of their gang. While he wasn't a genius he did have some ability to read others. It was a trait that served him well when his only company was testy livestock. Juno was...an acquired taste, sweet on the inside but hard on the outside with a good layer of piney protection. Abbadon liked that about her, not that thought would ever be uttered aloud. He finally stopped at a particular room when he scented her.
The burly beast cleared his throat, the sound reminiscent of a waterfall. "Somethings comin' our way. I'm going for 'erbs, care to join.?" His voice was deep, slow and thoughtful but simple. His siblings always teased the thunderous boom of his voice, little did they know that his size would one day match it. Abbadon's patient gaze was hooded by thick skin as he waited for the mottled cur before him to answer. She was a lone wolf sort some days and he wouldn't be surprised if she turned him away. He grunted against his thoughts, ever the busy bee she was.
tags - Juno Silvy
notes - Lmaooo sorry this isn't the best