Silvery flakes drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The blackbird swooped down to it's nest. The sun was rising and the thick blanket of snow was now visible. The walnut brown trees swayed in the cold winter wind. Icicles on the trees dropped with a smash. Like glass cracking and shattering. The weather was frosty and the snow was glittering. Like white sequins laying all over the floor. A chilled squirrel hopped from tree to tree, carefully trotting on.
The smirk grew over his face like a lazy teacher's check mark, the faded "red ink" stretching up into his dimple.
His eyes were fixated on the stranger and them alone. His fingers danced in his dark hair pulling it from its knot.
" aren’t you a beauty? " His voice was like the magma chamber of a volcano, deep, but filled entirely with the molten rock. His voice could be powerful enough to make your bones feel like they were vibrating.
He could make you do anything you wanted, with just a wave of his hand. " I’m Ares, " he introduced
:: sorry that it’s so bad !!