Redhawk Caldera I've been around for a long, long year

She was careful, that was normal. Nothing he couldn't work around. Nothing he couldn't handle either. She was wounded after all, and he was hungry. How much could she struggle against him anyway should his hunger come to a fever pitch? It made him smile. For both their interest, he hoped the beauty would simply cave and let him lick her wounds. Every drop. 

His approach was slow and grew even more sluggish as she questioned for his name. He found her golden eyes with his own dueling fire and ice. I am Abaddon, at your service. He gave a low, elegant bow. May I ask yours? He said with a sweeping sidestep. Creeping just ever so closely step by step until invited.