Lake Rodney Everyone is a book of blood

The question was one he knew would normally be answered quickly. This was what brought suspicion to his mind as the stranger gave a "perhaps" and then asked what they looked like. He tried to recall if his mother ever really told him what his father looked like, searching his memory for a few silent minutes as his eyes trailed suspiciously over this brute. 

"He had these eyes...these red eyes that spoke of hidden horrors" 

His gaze caught the gleaming red and he narrowed his eyes "Yeah...red eyes. Big guy" he said sounding distracted as he continued thinking, back on conversations with his mother when he was much younger. She had once said that once she got past the smell of him, he was the most intriguing man she had ever spent a night with. This guy had a smell to him, a strong one that Abaddon hadn't even given much thought to based off of the fact that he had taken to rolling in corpses to hide his own scent back home. "Said he stank to high heaven. Kinda like you" he said, tone cutting like a knife as he rose up to sit staring intently at this man. "Well if you do know him, tell him his bastard spawn is out looking for him" his tone turned casual as he stood, turning around and beginning to walk off while focusing behind him still mulling over the suspicion nagging at him. It was then that he recalled the color of his father's fur, his mother had told him and he had just forgotten. He stopped and his fur rose along his spine as a wave of annoyance got his blood rushing. The asshole had been messing with him, the whole time! 


Abruptly he chuckled and then turned around, eyes gleaming with dark humor "Vengeance. Right? This has to be fate. I expected to look for Years" he said and smiled, the expression not filled with much warmth at all. He now seemed wary, muscles tense and ears flicking occasionally instead of the way he had sat at ease moments before.