offbeat
reinvention
He did squint his eyes slightly when the older woman introduced herself, mostly due to her body language. But before he could say anything about it, the woman had turned towards another Garou, Weylyn to be exact. He smiled and nodded once towards his fellow pack-member. At that moment, he heard the unknown woman speak again. The alpha, huh? he thought as he glanced up towards the alpha of his own pack, Faolin. He lowered his eyes to the ground for an instant before looking back up at his face, nodding once in return. Quietly and obediently, he listened to the intense discussion between the twins. But yes, it could be a bother. Just like many other times, Silas decided to get out of the situation by making his way through the small crowd towards the alpha and his sister. He paused by Faolin, nodding yet again and hitting him lightly on the back as some sort of 'good luck'-token before heading off towards the kitchen in hopes for something to eat.
Finding nothing appetizing enough in that fridge, Silas walked towards the back door where he walked out, all to avoid the Fenris's as much as possible. The thought of possibly having to spend the rest of his life with them made him cringe. He prayed to god that someone would realise what a bad idea this was. But there was a very small chance of that happening.
Realising that he had been standing still outside the door for at least a couple of minutes, Silas decided to head towards the lake. You see, this was something fairly unusual. He wouldn't normally walk away on his own, he'd stay with his pack at all times. But well, the things he'd do to get away from the Fenris's.
While he walked, he continuously sniffed the air. Part from the smell of the Fenris pack, the air did smell much better up here. There was something charming about the lack of carbon dioxide and homeless drug-addicts that pleased the soul of the young man. This was however nothing that he would ever admit. Not to mention the silence. There were no such things as taxi's and people everywhere. For once in a very long time, he could actually hear his own breath. Upon reaching the lake, Silas climbed up on a quite large rock where he sat down. Digging into the pocket of his jeans, he pulled upp a cigarette from the small box and rolled it carefully between his fingers for a while before placing it between his lips and lighting it.
Finding nothing appetizing enough in that fridge, Silas walked towards the back door where he walked out, all to avoid the Fenris's as much as possible. The thought of possibly having to spend the rest of his life with them made him cringe. He prayed to god that someone would realise what a bad idea this was. But there was a very small chance of that happening.
Realising that he had been standing still outside the door for at least a couple of minutes, Silas decided to head towards the lake. You see, this was something fairly unusual. He wouldn't normally walk away on his own, he'd stay with his pack at all times. But well, the things he'd do to get away from the Fenris's.
While he walked, he continuously sniffed the air. Part from the smell of the Fenris pack, the air did smell much better up here. There was something charming about the lack of carbon dioxide and homeless drug-addicts that pleased the soul of the young man. This was however nothing that he would ever admit. Not to mention the silence. There were no such things as taxi's and people everywhere. For once in a very long time, he could actually hear his own breath. Upon reaching the lake, Silas climbed up on a quite large rock where he sat down. Digging into the pocket of his jeans, he pulled upp a cigarette from the small box and rolled it carefully between his fingers for a while before placing it between his lips and lighting it.