Who: Wild Child, OTA What: People watching When: Thursday afternoon Where: Haven halls near the kitchen Returning to the Haven was a strange thing for Kyle Gibney. He had come as a being more man than animal, and now he returned a man with the occasional wild impulses. Almost everything about him was changed, from the way the muscles settled over his face, making him rather handsome rather than the feral, wolfish look he had once carried, his posture was mostly straight, and an air of calm, intelligence and confidence continually hung around him. Some things had not changed, he was still in possession of his long, thick blonde hair, bushy sideburns and a thin layer of fur covering his body, but as he could be bothered to dress himself now, the fur could mostly go unnoticed.
Seeing people and things with his new, more ordered mind was quite the experience. In his previous "life," Kyle had been all about the moment, memories were reserved mostly for instincts and impulses that came from familiar scents or touches. Now he could genuinely reflect, remember, embrace or reject. Gibney had been rather quiet since his return, taking in his old surroundings as if they were new once again. Observing people, their reactions to each other and to him. He had murdered Hemlock, one of their own, he understood why some were not happy with his return, regardless of the fact that he had not been in control of himself during that event. It was a strange homecoming, but Kyle felt good about it. He felt... human. Reborn, yet again.
This particular day, he lingered in the doorway to a reading room just down the hall from the kitchen. He was not quite in the hall, far enough back to be out of the way and mostly out of notice, but still able to see and scent those who passed. Shoes covered his clawed feet, jeans which were distinctly lacking in holes set at his hips and a rather worn button downed shirt settled over the lean strength of his shoulders. Combed blonde hair fell loose around curious, thoughtful cat-slitted blue eyes as he simply took in the comings and goings of those around the Haven, making no effort to draw attention to himself. Given his position, the scents of food tugged at his senses and teased his ever-raging appetite. He ignored the desire to eat just now, though only time would tell how long he could ignore it.