Rebirth
Being free of the feline prison was such a relief. Silas now stood stretching in his newly made body, arms over his head as he stretched toward the heavens before bending over to stretch some more. Some changes had been made to his model, altering his appearance, acting as some kind of rebirth for the LS100. Well, he guessed it was LS200 now as he had been upgraded both appearance and software wise. His once short and slicked back hair was now longer, down to his shoulders, his beard, once trimmed and maintained, now thick and almost wild. His golden hazel eyes were still the same, though they seemed almost softer, kinder. He no longer looked as harsh and threatening as he had before. It didn’t mean he wasn’t those things, it just meant he didn’t seem like he would be. And that was fine. Honestly, Silas had no problems with this new look. It was like he was starting anew, a rebirth, so to speak.
It was strange having a human esque form once more as he had been stuck as a short legged cat for months. Where he had been stuck, he couldn’t seem to remember, nor could he remember who it was that had done that to him. Why had he been like that? He shook his head slightly, a small frown on his face. That wasn’t important. What was important was getting his omega a body of his own so he could hold him once more in his arms. So, without any further delay, the alpha began to look up ways to fix up a body for the blond.