Sylvan ran his fingers over the tank of his motorcycle. He got up and gave it a soft pat.<span style="color: #FF8000">â€œYeah sure.. Why not.â€</span>He shrugged. He might as well get a nice and relaxing massage not that heâ€™s here. He looked at the sun and then says,<span style="color: #FF8000">â€œI canâ€™t stay for very long though. Itâ€™s almost full moon and you know how things can get..â€</span>A small smile appeared on his face as he shrugged. Sylvan knew that he was a monster at those kind of nights. He doesnâ€™t know how to control himself. And now with that new human girl in town, he doesnâ€™t know how his wolfish side would react to that. He was afraid that he might kill the human, like he usually did.<br/><br/>He pats Hitariâ€™s shoulder and then makes a mess of her hair. Sylvan knew that she didnâ€™t like it. He let out a soft chuckle and then passed her to walk to the door. Waiting for Hitari to open it. Sylvan rubs his stubble beard. His green eyes were focussed on his surroundings and thinks back at the time before he found this town. The day that he got bitten, the day that he moved to America and the first time that he had killed someone. It was at a fight in a bar. There was this big guy who pushed him and started yelling at him. Sylvan didnâ€™t care, until he laid his hand upon his shoulder. He remembered that he looked over his shoulder and grabbed the manâ€™s arm and broke it with one simple movement. What happened after that was just simply gruesome.<br/><br/>He shook his head and got back to reality and concentrated back on his friend.