Outlandish
adjective
/ˌaʊtˈlæn.dɪʃ/
Strange, unusual ; Difficult to accept or like.
Whitmore Hilton Highschool for Werewolves. One of the prestigious schools around Seoul.
Lee know - The infamous, in demand, lionized alpha of the school.
Han j...
His attire consisted of a black fitting shirt along with black ripped jeans. His pale skin contrasting with his jet black hair, parted from the middle.
His muscular structure held an intimidating aura, which was enough to say, 'tread with caution.'
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The usual murmuring silenced.
The people roaming around bent down in their places, as if looking at ants.
The sitting ones suddenly became food supervisors, inspecting their food, with not even a single pair of eyes perking up.
They knew the sound all too well. It was their sign to become a statue. It was like a common occurring for them, where everyone knew what they had to do.
The man's eyes were red with anger. He fiercely looked around to find a target. His hands transformed into sharp claws, which could rip even a paper at the moment.
His pheromones screamed dominance which made everyone kneel. He frantically searched for any provocation.
Chest swollen, his shirt stuck to him more than it already was. Several veins made an appearance on his neck, arms and chest.
To be honest, it would have been a delicious sight to see. But then it would be the last thing the person would remember.
He let out a loud growl. Sharp, pointed fangs emerged in place of his canines. They were thirsting to stab some flesh.
To his dismay, he could only see black blobs of hair bent down.
He menacingly looked around a few times before droopily blinking his eyes and situating his fists on the table in absence of a target.
The visible veins started disappearing, as the colour of his eyes turned to normal. He began to unclench his jaw, while still being in a furious state.
He sat back down with a low growl, cracking his knuckles and frustratingly running a hand through his jet black hair. His usual canines surfacing back.
He heaved a sigh, shutting his eyes for a second and immediately opening them to pick up his chopsticks.
