A fag and a two-fingered salute

Informations regarding the topic:

Time + Date: Around noon + November 30th 2020
Place + Surroundings: Outside of the school + Takes place by a wall outside, just below the open window belonging to Melissa's room

Clothes: Shirt, jeans and boots Link
- Other: Is 1,83 meters tall + beta werewolf + Has multiple tattoos + British accent
- Powers: Evolve Werewolf Form + Power immunity

Topic dedicated to: @Melissa Moore

The full moon would hit tonight, and they could feel it in their bones, and in their blood, like an animal slowly taking control of nothing but a simple mortals body. It was a deep rage, only made worsen by the birthright of a Beta, of course, not nearly as bad had they been an Alpha, but still a lot worse than with any other werewolf species. It was like a burning fire, constantly being made bigger and greater, a bag of air inside their body, slowly getting more and more filled up with everything, and the near-constant promise of maybe getting destroyed at that very moment, or maybe just the next one.
With that destruction, who knew what that would bring along, maybe the everlasting wrath or just the complete reveal of a broken person, clinging somewhat to what people would call a life. Yet none would know this, when they looked a Paris form, the clothes both feminine and yet so masculine, the fag between their fingers and the cold look in their eyes, almost warning people to stay away and yet daring someone to say something. It was the eternal knowledge, that even if Paris was so full of pain and misery, never once would they let anyone know this very fact, it wouldn't change the past and it wouldn't change their personality if someone were to know what had happened.
This didn't stop rumours, one said that they had murdered their father, another said something else and of course, they would always say the same if someone asked you may hate me, yet you think of me all the time, that doesn't make you much of an enemy, rather a fan.
The fag got placed between their lips, and smoke was inhaled and then exhaled, as they leaned their head back against the hard wall, not really caring in the smoking was of a bother to anyone. The people surrounding them, was of course, also themselves smoking, making it almost like a pack of addicts and people not really caring about others.