In all honesty, Abaddon didn’t care anymore. She had up and left him, again and this time, he didn’t feel the need to go searching for her, not one bit. She had chosen to leave him, twice now and that was enough. He would no longer spend his days worrying where she had gone, why she had gone or make himself sick with wondering. He was over that and honestly, it was for the best. He was eight years old now. And in a way, he felt it was more than time to settle down, and he needed to find a certain someone for that to happen, and honestly, he didn’t know who he was looking for. Maybe what he needed, wanted was a relationship that his parents had. They bickered, they fought, but in the end, they loved each other. Whether they actually told each other or not was a completely different story.
The black and gold male moved with a simple ease, he didn’t look much different than others, except for the white that came from beneath his chin to his nose. Strange, yet it completed the whole look that he was born with. He was a mix of his mother’s dark black, and his father’s rich, rich gold. His large frame moved with a simple ease. While he was not overly tall, his weight made him have a large, stocky frame for his height. Boy, part of him was glad he wasn’t any bigger than he was. He already made enough noise as it was and that was more than he liked. But the woodlands, well, that was his favorite place to work on his stealth. The end of winter was literally days away, and there was still a sprinkling of snow on the ground, and it was a fun place to walk. It was mucky under some trees, the snow had melted, and it mixed with the mounds of dirt beneath, becoming a sticky, wet mess.
He maneuvered in and out of the trees, under some of the low lying branches, and bushes. He stretched as he made his way out of the woods, finding the small clearing where the sun was high in the sky, he drew in a long, deep breath as he stared out at the sky.