.Newt Reid Seethe.
Pressing his spine to the rough textured bark behind him, supporting his posture as he rested his arms behind his head, one leg sprawled out in front of him whilst the other tucked up somewhat close to his chest. He wore his onyx black skinny jeans; with his loose checker belt, connected with thin chains that sprawled out like a halo beside his hips, he seemed to be wearing his overly baggy check hoody too, which was a compliment to his left check sweat band and belt. It was easy to see his sort of pattern; often he would like to see himself as ‘Life’ Also known as ‘Yin and Yang’ in his eyes. The brute’s grey scale orbs fixed on the atmosphere around him, deep, considerate thoughts bled through his mind, once he was in a boundless space; he felt the need to vent his questioning state of observance. ‘Tediousness, nothing more than a bare world surrounding me, yet it amuses me, why does it? Why do I think, think so much about these little obvious, yet difficult to explain features?’ his attitude grew rather monotone and questioning life itself way too often, almost finding it impossible to agree with. Brushing his pierced tongue across the top row of his teeth, listening to the light frequency click of bar sunk into his rough tongue, his lips peeling a constant frown as his albino white locks cloaked his face, finally deciding to stare down to his hand, fiddling with his sleeves again, they did have a habit of covering his hands thanks to the extra size he chose, he still connected his safety pins on his clothes though, he always had them for some unknown reason that even he found difficult to explain, despite his lucid ways of verbal explanations. However, he was pretty sure he heard a sorrowful howl in the distance, 'Wolves...? Here...?'
