Golden Glade The Golden Boy

The boy was so wrapped up in his own little mind, still strutting around like he owned the place, the whole damn world around him and yet he wouldn't even notice the young man who was watching him in a short distance away. This world of his was failing him, the scar-faced boy was oblivious to the possible predator that was stalking in the shadows.

Snow drifted beautifully around them, gathering on their backs in a light sugary coating - if one would be watching Abaddon, watching the boy who was arrogantly walking around, they could mistake him for being a love interest maybe. Someone who watched him in awe and wonder; instead of a shadow contemplating what to do with this one. He seemed tough, more than just a handful should he get on his bad side now.

So what to do? 

You seem to be celebrating some kind of victory. He called out finally in a playful, admiring tone.