<div class="floatright">(http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/2125/duskq.jpg)</div><br/>Although the Abyssal's grip tightened upon the great goremaul when she heard movement, her eyes hopped towards the three lead Maidens of Battle with a dispassionate glance.  She offered no smile, no warmth, simply watching to make sure that no attack would be made against her this morning before her gaze focused further up the path.<br/><br/>Yet one who looked deeply enough into those pretty orbs may see a subtle, hidden isolation, a silent pleading for some form of companionship or comfort, deeply hidden beneath layer after layer of dedication to death and destruction.  In many ways, she seemed like a wound clockwork device, simply waiting for the introduction of more demons to arrive before her sole purpose to exist would activate.