you rebel you! oh come on!]]
Mitch Crow-Werewolf
He practically tripped over his shoe laces by the time he reached Square Park. Mitch shook out his snowy white hair, scraps of leaves, thorns and debris flying out into the air. His lips were chapped from the biting cold of the wind, so he hastily brought his tongue over them and swallowed back the bile that had risen from his giddiness. Mitch opened his mouth wide to take in the hazy air that was poisoned by city cars and nearby power plants. This would usually cause Mitch to gag right away but right now his mind drifted elsewhere. "Mmm..I'm catching it," 'sniff, sniff, wheeze' "I'll just grab a quick appetizer before the main course. After all I'm half-wolf, so it wouldn't be fair to my wolf side if I didn't at least 'try' to embrace it, eh?" Mitch snickered at his own comment. "We're all mad here." He stuffed both hands into his pockets and with a carefree shrug began to stroll along the city's sidewalk, following the trail of his pre-meal course.