By: Kenya A solitary figure walked down a dimly light ally, he stood tall and proud; like a lone wolf, forlorn but powerful. When he reached the end of the slim passageway, he leaned casually against the brick building façade. Brows frowned, with arms crossed in front of his muscular chest. His unruly dark locks tied back into a high pony tail, blowing behind him in a light summer zephyr; head cocked to the left watching the various students stamped out of the tall building. His mocha eyes searched the mobs of humans for a head of raven hair. He took another step, closer to putrid scent mortals. It was now brighter at the end of the ally and you could see more of him. He wore a brown long sleeved muscle shirt, worn with holes here and there, and baggy black jeans, that hung low on his waist. He placed a pair of black-mirrored sunglasses on his head before stepping out in to the light fully.