Blending in with his surroundings, was horrible. He ended up going through college and then held a high paying job in a law firm. Staring out the window, he sat in his comfy chair, turning from side to side slightly. Rubbing his hand across his chin, he thought to himself. Eyes looked over the view, spotting a bird resting upon the window sill. Hazel hues looked over the foul creature, pecking at its own feathers, sifting through the filth that rested on its body. The beast inside of him relished in the idea of taking it as its treat. Hushing the primal instincts, he moved his attention to another tree. Simultaneously finding a squirrel within its shelter. Years of training controlled the monster within, bringing him back to reality.
A light knock came to his door, quickly spinning to face front and typing as if he was actually doing something. "Come in," he called towards the door. He looked up and smiled at her as she entered the room. Her tiny black dress fit tightly against her rocking body. His eyes looked up and down her ever so briefly. He made sure not to let her know of his visual advances. "Your boss has requested your presence sir." He nodded his head with a smile towards her, and stood from his seat. As he walked out of the room, he thanked her and headed for the boss's domain. With a balled up fist, he rapped on the door. When he was commanded to proceed, he did as he was told. Having a seat before the rather large desk, he looked to his boss. "What can I do you for, sir?" He boss clasped his hands together and began discussing the issues with their next big client. Even though the money was good, it was not an issue to the werewolf. Although, he did relish in the high life. He had a nice three bedroom apartment with two whole bathrooms, and a very spacious living room. The main attraction to that room was a very large flat screen tv, he spent over two thousand dollars for. He also drove a very nice sports car, a candy apple red Camaro.
The meeting that seemed to be short, turned into something that took hours, leaving the werewolf to leave late from his scheduled time off. As he walked to the parking lot, unlocking the sexy vehicle he called his own, he looked at his phone. It was close to nine. He stopped for a moment as he got to the door, he could make a night of it, going to the bars and hooking up with any girl that liked what they saw. A man standing at six feet tall and two inches was rather appealing to the ladies. His good looks, bright eyes and great sense of fashion. But tonight, he decided he would go to a nicer place, possibly making nice conversation with a chic before taking her back to his place.
He drove to the only place he could think of, the Griffen. The Griffen was the perfect place for a great meal, a nice glass of wine, and sophisticated people ventured its depths often. The calming music of the piano and other orchestra music filled the building, making the scenery very beautiful and grand. The hostess greeted him at the door, helping him to his seat in a nice area of the restaurant, with a clear view of the bar. When his waitress actually came to his table, he held the menu going over all the options with his eyes, even though he already knew he wanted the twelve ounce steak, cooked rare, served with green beans and mashed potatoes. To drink, he ordered a glass of Pinot Noir. When she came back with his drink and to take his order, he grabbed at the glass, swirling its contents in the glass and then smelling the wine. It was his favorite, one he had enjoyed for years.
When his food came, he delicately cut through the meat, separating it into small enough pieces he could easily chew. His eyes stayed to the plate, mixing the taste of warm gravy and long fresh beans together. It was overwhelming and often hoped he could enjoy this bliss daily. Of course, he could if he truly wished, but with his demanding job and the want to hunt could not live together happily. He would have to eat the food prepared by humans, to indulge in their harvest. Ordering another glass of wine, he sat and watched the people among him. To the left sat a lonely man, like himself. But this stranger did not enjoy the perks of living large. He ate a bowl of soup with a side of fresh french bread. The chairs around his table were bare, no extra coats or hand bags. He was alone. To the right sat a new couple, obviously drenched in another's love. He eyed them curiously, vowing to never live that life for himself. Instead he looked to the bar and finished his meal in silence.
A light knock came to his door, quickly spinning to face front and typing as if he was actually doing something. "Come in," he called towards the door. He looked up and smiled at her as she entered the room. Her tiny black dress fit tightly against her rocking body. His eyes looked up and down her ever so briefly. He made sure not to let her know of his visual advances. "Your boss has requested your presence sir." He nodded his head with a smile towards her, and stood from his seat. As he walked out of the room, he thanked her and headed for the boss's domain. With a balled up fist, he rapped on the door. When he was commanded to proceed, he did as he was told. Having a seat before the rather large desk, he looked to his boss. "What can I do you for, sir?" He boss clasped his hands together and began discussing the issues with their next big client. Even though the money was good, it was not an issue to the werewolf. Although, he did relish in the high life. He had a nice three bedroom apartment with two whole bathrooms, and a very spacious living room. The main attraction to that room was a very large flat screen tv, he spent over two thousand dollars for. He also drove a very nice sports car, a candy apple red Camaro.
The meeting that seemed to be short, turned into something that took hours, leaving the werewolf to leave late from his scheduled time off. As he walked to the parking lot, unlocking the sexy vehicle he called his own, he looked at his phone. It was close to nine. He stopped for a moment as he got to the door, he could make a night of it, going to the bars and hooking up with any girl that liked what they saw. A man standing at six feet tall and two inches was rather appealing to the ladies. His good looks, bright eyes and great sense of fashion. But tonight, he decided he would go to a nicer place, possibly making nice conversation with a chic before taking her back to his place.
He drove to the only place he could think of, the Griffen. The Griffen was the perfect place for a great meal, a nice glass of wine, and sophisticated people ventured its depths often. The calming music of the piano and other orchestra music filled the building, making the scenery very beautiful and grand. The hostess greeted him at the door, helping him to his seat in a nice area of the restaurant, with a clear view of the bar. When his waitress actually came to his table, he held the menu going over all the options with his eyes, even though he already knew he wanted the twelve ounce steak, cooked rare, served with green beans and mashed potatoes. To drink, he ordered a glass of Pinot Noir. When she came back with his drink and to take his order, he grabbed at the glass, swirling its contents in the glass and then smelling the wine. It was his favorite, one he had enjoyed for years.
When his food came, he delicately cut through the meat, separating it into small enough pieces he could easily chew. His eyes stayed to the plate, mixing the taste of warm gravy and long fresh beans together. It was overwhelming and often hoped he could enjoy this bliss daily. Of course, he could if he truly wished, but with his demanding job and the want to hunt could not live together happily. He would have to eat the food prepared by humans, to indulge in their harvest. Ordering another glass of wine, he sat and watched the people among him. To the left sat a lonely man, like himself. But this stranger did not enjoy the perks of living large. He ate a bowl of soup with a side of fresh french bread. The chairs around his table were bare, no extra coats or hand bags. He was alone. To the right sat a new couple, obviously drenched in another's love. He eyed them curiously, vowing to never live that life for himself. Instead he looked to the bar and finished his meal in silence.