[i]Silas Moore, The Black Market 
Interactions: [b]Tholo Whitlock[/b][/i]

Silas was no stranger to the dark underbelly of the city where the criminals made their home - and their living. 

The tiger had urges, afterall. 

Ones that got him into trouble when they weren’t kept under control. 

The paparazzi knew better than to follow him here - besides the fact he kept their pockets lined handsomely for their silence - they’d be robbed blind of both their belongings and their dignity before they could set foot off the main path. Not that people didn’t know him of course - they’d rather ignore the fact that their designer clothes came from a predator who had done more than his fair share of doing peoples dirty work. It was how he’d first made his money - selling fine furs on the street corners with a vague wave of his hand when asked where (or rather, who) they came from.

[color=YellowGreen]”I didn’t expect to see you back here, old timer. Being someone’s dogsbody again? Running around after misbehaving pups?”[/color] Silas snorted, crunching down on the delicate leg bone held in his paw. He surveyed the scene inside the run down building over Tholo’s shoulder, nose wrinkled at the stench. [color=YellowGreen]”Pathetic, aren’t they? Rubbed everyone up the wrong way now look at them. They should have learnt their lesson the first one that got picked off.”[/color] He hummed, stepping back again, carefully as to avoid the debris and the other questionable… fluids on the floor. 

[color=YellowGreen]”Happened three, maybe four days ago. Couldn’t tell you who did it, though.”[/color] He chuckled nonchalantly, licking his fingers clean of fat from his snack. 

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