10-10-2018, 07:57 PM
At Gabriel's snap, Abraxas' head slowed moved over to acknowledge his absurd comment. Was that towards Syndicate or him? Figuring it was a quick reaction and nothing of importance, the canine put it to the back of his mind and offered a sideways glance towards his son. If he needed to bring that back up later, he would. For now, it was the least of his worries. With Syndicate's appearance, Abraxas was not surprised by the comments made around them or the creepy aura that put people off. Still, if only could see past the mask... Yeah, right.
With a glaring expression, Abraxas let his words snap out so he could gather Syndicate's attention in one spot. Acknowledging the others would do him no good. The tone may shock the others. To him, it was just a fatherly verbal warning. "Clean up your mess, Syndicate. It's rude," he acknowledged towards his partner. Even if his son had to do it by cleaning it up with his tongue, that would suffice. As long as it was out of the way for their guests, the male would hold himself and put on a smile for their audience. "Sorry, he's got a little problem," came his unenthused, rather apologetic tone. "Part of being a canine involves the slobber." At this point, was that thing even a canine? It was some gruesome chimera by now, indistinguishable from it's former self. Abraxas wasn't oblivious to this but was still going to use it as an excuse.
They had achieved their goal of laying low. No one had recognized them, thankfully. "We've been here our entire lives, living within the underground complex," he went to note. "Probably why you haven't seen us much." With soundproof walls, echoing halls, and shady environments within the depths of this peaceful clan's observatory, not many came down here besides those who really needed somewhere to say. Everyone eventually came and went though. Only Abraxas and Syndicate useless remained in it's hollow complex. "Pleasure to leave that place though. It gets lonely down there sometimes..." Not that he necessarily cared.
Darkened eyes shifted towards the lieutenant. For being here for so long, he barely knew about any of the superiors since he refused to acknowledge their existance. To him, he was the one running the show. "Seeing that there's a roof over our heads, I'm sure that the rain won't wash it away." His words were blunt. Abraxas wasn't someone who had a pleasant outlook on those lower than him like he used to. Now he was reserved to a small set of people. With Onision's current comment and Gabriel's previous, he wasn't so satisfied. He should of stayed inside.
"Hello, little one," he sweetly replied with a furrowed brow and craned head. Still, he was rather disinterested. They were all good-hearted people and he appreciated their presence, but he didn't find any enjoyment here besides patting himself on the back. "My name is Abraxas, you all are...?"
With a glaring expression, Abraxas let his words snap out so he could gather Syndicate's attention in one spot. Acknowledging the others would do him no good. The tone may shock the others. To him, it was just a fatherly verbal warning. "Clean up your mess, Syndicate. It's rude," he acknowledged towards his partner. Even if his son had to do it by cleaning it up with his tongue, that would suffice. As long as it was out of the way for their guests, the male would hold himself and put on a smile for their audience. "Sorry, he's got a little problem," came his unenthused, rather apologetic tone. "Part of being a canine involves the slobber." At this point, was that thing even a canine? It was some gruesome chimera by now, indistinguishable from it's former self. Abraxas wasn't oblivious to this but was still going to use it as an excuse.
They had achieved their goal of laying low. No one had recognized them, thankfully. "We've been here our entire lives, living within the underground complex," he went to note. "Probably why you haven't seen us much." With soundproof walls, echoing halls, and shady environments within the depths of this peaceful clan's observatory, not many came down here besides those who really needed somewhere to say. Everyone eventually came and went though. Only Abraxas and Syndicate useless remained in it's hollow complex. "Pleasure to leave that place though. It gets lonely down there sometimes..." Not that he necessarily cared.
Darkened eyes shifted towards the lieutenant. For being here for so long, he barely knew about any of the superiors since he refused to acknowledge their existance. To him, he was the one running the show. "Seeing that there's a roof over our heads, I'm sure that the rain won't wash it away." His words were blunt. Abraxas wasn't someone who had a pleasant outlook on those lower than him like he used to. Now he was reserved to a small set of people. With Onision's current comment and Gabriel's previous, he wasn't so satisfied. He should of stayed inside.
"Hello, little one," he sweetly replied with a furrowed brow and craned head. Still, he was rather disinterested. They were all good-hearted people and he appreciated their presence, but he didn't find any enjoyment here besides patting himself on the back. "My name is Abraxas, you all are...?"
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