Ooc;;Lol Abaet is male!
Grey clouds smothered the dull skies around Dalton Avenue, lingering an oncoming storm. Its presence only adding to the tensions below. The thunder grumbled silently in the distance, though it only exerted a fraction of the type of rage one man was internally experiencing...
Abaet stared in horror at what was once one of his precious homes, now been reduced to rubble. His purple scarf fluttered violently in the gusts of wind as he stood there, surveying the ruins of where one of his mansions once stood. Now all that remained was shattered glass and heaps of concrete burying traces of all else. The entire site was wreckage.
His previous encounter with humans hadn't ever done this much damage. Now, he was left penniless and unfunded, and didn't possess a clue as to when he would be able to claim another penny. He was completely out of his element; without a home he would be unable to pursue his goal of concealing his secret. He realized he was doomed unless he could somehow discover a place with decent facilities to live in, but he almost desired to relinquish that goal as he staggered onto the site and kicked a large concrete slab till it cracked into smaller bits. Finding such a place was most likely unobtainable.