[h1][color=Gray]Silme Raana[/color][/h1][hr]

Golden eyes glared out over the crowd of competitors, focusing somewhat intensely on one in particular with long purple hair. Silme had been coming over here with the express purpose of getting some noodles, but it seemed to be unexpectedly busy today an the last thing he wanted was to get dragged into a conversation with a bunch of fuckwads. However, as he looked them over, he caught the scent of a couple different Faunus on the wind, about 3 if his nose was right(and it always was), but to his confusion, he could only spot two. One was some form of wolf from what he could tell, and the other, while well hidden as she ate near one of the lottery stands, had definitely been the source of the more avian scent, but that left uncalled for. He'd strafed the area a bit, looking as if he had been trying to decide which of the many stands in the area had food worth getting(in truth, the noodle stand was the place to go for the safest food, as the guy kept his stuff pretty clean. The others . . .varied depending on how soon they'd be exoecting a visit from the health inspectors). It was only after the third pass that he finally had a good idea of who the third Faunus was, and he was currently struggling with himself on not confronting the fucker right then and there. The fact that he was hiding his Faunus features was just eating at Silme's patience, as such action was to fly in the face of everything that Faunus had accomplished in recent years, or even worse, just flagrant disregard to one's Faunus heritage in order to appease human society.

It was disgusting, and he wanted to fuckin' deck the fucker right then and there, his animalistic instincts doing nothing to lessen his anger, but he took a small breath, calming himself a little before he went over to the noodle stand, getting a greeting from the owner, who was currently indebted to Carver for helping him with a loan(by killing off the guy who the stand owner had owned moany to) and thus rewarded Carver by promising to give him and any of his men who happen to stop by a bowl of noodles every once and awhile on the house. Taking the bowl, he calmly and quietly by himself a short ways away from the group and watch the domesticated fuckwad. He wouldn't try to hide it, nor would he look away if he or any of his friends noticed, because honestly, he didn't think very highly of the humans that were on his team either, as they either didn't notice(making them idiots) or they were the reason for it(which made them even bigger fuckwads than they already were). It'd be obvious that he had some problem with the purple haired boy, if not by the fiercely disapproving and angered look in his eye, then by the light growling that could be heard if they got close enough. Either way, he'd just eat, going over in his head what he should do in this situation. He couldn't just assault him, that'd be a one stop ticket to jail, and just confronting him would draw the ire of his friends, which would eventually lead to a fight with how these kinds of things, this leading to the same result. 

In the end, he decided to simply kick his bitch ass if he ever met him in the festival, as he was obviously a Hunter given the conversation his team was having with the other group. With that decided, he'd continue to eat his noodles, and if the fuckwad or his friends had a problem with his observation and came to him about it, he'd simply ignore them, as none of them were really worth his time, and he had no reason to kick their asses . . . yet.

[@The_Written_John] and any of his friends who notice.