[i]Silas Moore, Elite hangout
Interactions: [b]Seth Apkoda[/b][/i]

The door of Ella was shouldered open and Silas ducked in, stooping to avoid banging his head on the doorframe. He took a moment, once inside, to readjust his knee-length black coat, stretched taut over his broad shoulders and the collar turned up against the chill in the air. Large ears flicked at a scuffling behind the desk, and bright yellow eyes turned to fix on the porcupine shop assistant, who lowered her gaze away from the predator. 

“Your new collection is quite lovely, Mr Moore.” She squeaked out, blunt nails drumming anxiously on the desk. 

A sickeningly saccharine grin spread over Silas’ features; although one could call it a snarl. Lips pulled back to reveal bright razor sharp canines, unnaturally whitened and polished. [color=YellowGreen]”Why, thank you, Minnie.”[/color] His voice was silken, and the porcupine couldn’t help but shudder. [color=YellowGreen]”I assume Seth is already...”[/color] He gestured vaguely in the direction of the changing rooms with one huge paw, drawing a nod from Minnie behind the desk. [color=YellowGreen]”Excellent.”[/color] He rumbled, voice nearly a growl as he headed through to the back changing rooms, letting himself into the usual room they used, set behind the unsuspecting shop. 

It was no secret that he relished in his predatory nature. He used his size and teeth to his advantage more often than not. Though of course it got him into trouble occasionally- there was the... incident with the peafowl. A disagreement in a bar had led to him making quite a mess in the back alley though he got off lightly. Not enough evidence, the court said. Although his brand had taken quite a hit over the proceedings, he soon enough made the money back with another release - all the designs with eye motifs in deep blues, purples and greens. 

He nodded to the grizzly on the door, flashing his teeth as he passed. He shrugged out of his coat and set it on a coatrack just inside the room, adjusting his shirtsleeves as he made his way to the bar. [color=YellowGreen]”Veronica...”[/color] He purred with a smirk, leaning his elbows on the bar [color=YellowGreen]”Old fashioned, please. It’s been a long day.”[/color] He watched the barmaid work, claws drumming lightly on the heavy oak bar until his drink was passed over. 
[color=YellowGreen]”Thank you, my dear.”[/color] Silas shot her a sharp grin before joining Seth, reclining in one of the armchairs, one leg crossed over the other knee, and glass clutched in a huge paw. [color=YellowGreen]”Boss.”[/color] He nodded his head, eyes narrowed slightly. [color=YellowGreen]”How are things?”[/color]

The pair talked for a while, the rest of the team drifting in as their own works days drew to a close. The conversation started as personal catch-ups but quickly changed to a matter of business. Seth had decided that he was going to get a hold of a stand at the upcoming university winter carnival to drum up more interest for their group and Silas couldn’t help but grin. 

He knew exactly who would be attending that little soirée.