we built this city on broken glass

Tetradores simple, adamant, assurance that his beta had 'needed reminding' was met with a similar shrug on Frost's own part as the stallion continued to nurse that drink, his form reclined against the hood of that car in some measure of comfort. This, perhaps, the most relaxed either man had ever been in the company of one another and yet it would appear Tetradore held no more true animosity toward Frost then the equine did for the other man in turn. Frost, for the most part, content to lay the blame for any tensions between their packs largely with Raven and Nadya in turn. His own actions, to some extent, had surely flared those flames. Frost willing to claim some of that blame and yet for the most part the War Horse held little doubt it was the women in their lives whom had largely been the cause of that disagreement. Still, the notion that his feline companion had seen to punishing his pack with that very venom he claimed to wield was almost....surprising. Such a punishment was reasonably harsh, even to Frost's own standards. The stallion having well come to formulate the opinion that while hardly a weak leader in any sense, Tetradore was...soft. To soft. He let the members off his pack have to much free rein, to much opinion and yet Frost hardly cared to voice such a thing now. Besides, maybe he had been wrong about the fellow. The panther had proven to have a more violent side, if the blood that had coated his very walls was anything to judge by the other man was almost capable of being sadistic if the mood should strike him. Tetradore something of anomaly to the stallion. Though not one he was opposed to siding with if only for that shared past and his own disdain in a life lived as little more than a pet- or disposable fodder for a cannon or rifle.

"Fair call."

He uttered simply by way of comment on that very branding. His attention returned instead to the notion of that venom and the very uses it might have. Frost was perhaps near notorious for the quickness of his mind when it came to weaponizing something- or someone. He was built for those battles, designed for war itself, the Icelandic man having spent the very essence of his existence in one form of army or another. It was, to an extent, the only existence he truly knew. His mind quick to seek out the uses for Tetradore's own particular talent even if the panther had never considered them himself. The emerald eyed man seeming almost considerate off that offered query before his hand lifted to rake through his hair, that sigh falling from his lips. Frost hardly truly surprised to note Tetradore's failure to consider that venoms external uses and yet one violet eye arched slightly upwards at his companions insistence Tobias might well overuse it, Raven hardly had the demeanor for it and this Henry fellow apparently failed to hunt at all. Hmm. It was quite the merry band of misfits he stood to inherit upon Tetra's death. Frost taking another sip of that drink.

"I had to teach my vector how to damn well walk. I imagine the hunting will come in time. I wouldn't stress on it."

Why he made any effort to...soothe the man's concerns he hardly knew. Those words perhaps some vague effort at camaraderie in some fashion. Frost not entirely incapable of displaying some measure of friendliness when he chose. That conversation shifted instead to teleportation. A power Frost was perhaps inclined admit he held some envy over. To be able to move through time and space, to be able to travel to virtually any location within seconds was an affinity worth having and one he had, in his youth, taken some amount of time to study. The barest hint of Tetradore's thoughts brushing across his own mind in that moment as the stallion merely allowed his lip to quirk at that panthers consideration of the attention to that research Frost had paid.

"They didn't know I could read. I taught myself, with some assistance from my Mother. They used to leave documents everywhere with the belief none of the horses could read them. They were wrong."

It was a small victory perhaps, reading a skill almost every child possessed and yet Frost had taken no small measure of pride in that 'little' victory all the same. He had learned to read in spite of them, that ability opening up a near endless amount of doors. After all, books contained more knowledge then any one individual, one only accessible with reading. Frost so hardly voiced anything more on that topic all the same, rather, the stallion found himself almost curious of just where Tetradore had gained that affinity. After all, if that research was correct then teleportation did not simply appear. It was passed on through genetics, vector or emotional bonds. Frost almost surprised to find that in this case it appeared to be the later. Tetradore so citing a 'family friend'. One Frost suspected he was far, far closer too then he let on and yet he hardly chose to press the issue. After all, he supposed he hardly cared, in the end. Tetradore suddenly querying how that teleportation had started. Frost's own features frowning in consideration. That had hardly been in the research. His mind inclined to feel almost sluggish beneath that weight of that liquor and yet perhaps it was that very liquor that prompted an answer all the same.

"My guess is genetics. Some human possessed the code for it, a code that developed simply by evolution but was dormant. That human got turned into some kind of supernatural, it triggered the gene, they developed teleportation and it passed on from there. Some of the people they turned got it too, soem fo their children got it, someone they were bonded too inherited it- whatever. Something like that..."

It seemed logical, in the least, Frost hardly well versed enough in genetics to provide a more in-depth answer and yet he hardly suspected Tetradore cared for more then that all the same. Frosts own thoughts turned toward that very night the pair had fought. The night Tetradore had been killed, or at least, should have been. Some deeply concealed part of the stallion perhaps inclined to admit he was.....not unhappy Tetradore had lived and yet how he had lived remained to be seen. That vague answer he was given resulting in little more then a grunt before Tetradore sighed once more, claiming instead that it was her even if he didnt know how. Frost affording the man a curious look once more, the man silent for several moments before those cool, easy lyrics parted his lips.

"There was no one else there that night."

That, it seemed, was all he was content to offer. Whether or not he believed the panther apparently remaining to be seen and yet on this he hardly pressed any more. Frost instead holding up his end of the bargain with that offering off his own affinities. Along with that answer to a question hardly asked. Frost inclined to believe, despite what any man might say, that he would willingly let himself die when there was a way he could survive. Self-preservation came before everything. Every time. The only exception, perhaps, a parent and a child. He had seen parents die for their offspring. As if some instinct overrode even that self-preservation. Tetradore himself hardly voicing any true argument to that presented idea. Rather, the panther seemed more intrigued in Frost's own ability to block his mind from the manipulation of others, at least in most cases. The feline's attempts at fear that night within his home hardly forgotten, the comment on his 'painting' seeing amusement find both men before Tetradore's insistence it had been a 'bloody masterpiece' prompted a true and genuine laugh from the Icelandic man. A sound so entirely rare it nearly surprised even him. How drunk was he? Still, he had appreciated that pun, even if he hardly anticipated those words that followed.

Frost allowed his own violet gaze to meet that emerald hue off his companion then, the stallion inclined to silence as he merely considered those very words. He was hardly inclined to some foolish notion Nadya and himself were at all akin to Romeo and Juliet and yet too- he was not incapable of seeing that comparison. Frost inclined to that near same, blunt honesty in return. Those words chosen with some measure of care all the same as Tetradore offered him an almost pointed look.
"I would be more surprised if you were not annoyed with me for that. You had every right to be annoyed. As for Nadya and myself I will admit to some poor planning in that whole affair and for what it's worth I'm sorry for it. Women are....confusing to me. Relationships more so, it is not an excuse but you are still her brother I should have had more respect for your position. I have more than thirty sisters- I get it"

It was, perhaps, the most honestly offered words the stallion had ever given, his features frowned slightly in that consideration of relationships at large and yet those final worlds held some near faint hint of amusement all the same. One that was short lived as his own lips formed a tight line.

"I am not inclined to apologise to Raven however, real or faked. She deserved what she got, and I am not sorry for it. Think of me what you will for that but it is true. Regardless of what you believe however I have no desire for you to have a hard time with your pack. I will....consider an apology for your sake and nothing else, though no part of it will be real if I do it. As for your pack- you are their Alpha. You made a choice. They can either accept the allegiance we have made or you can kick their asses and make them. You have the authority, Tetradore. Do no allow those beneath you to walk all over you. It....does not make you like her to command them."

It was harsh, perhaps, and yet to Frost's mind it was true. Tetradore was an Alpha. He held that right to stand above his packmates. To enforce his position. To command of them what he wanted without so becoming the tyrant that woman had been to him. In the end- his pack mates would still have choice and therein lay that difference.

"If you pack trusts you, if they respect you and your decisions then they will understand the deal we made today, even if you need enforce your point more forcefully for awhile. In the meantime, consider yourself lucky you have only one woman in your pack to wave her arms at you- my entire pack is female."

That same faint touch of humour found those words again, lessening the seriousness of that moment perhaps. That silence existing around them for a few moments yet before Frost queried that final question, Tetradore too seeming to ponder it before commenting upon Raven's ability to grow. Frost's gaze lifted in a vague surprise.

"She could use that ability far more than she does and for far more useful things then trying to attack you."

That easy chuckle fell from him once more. Frost almost....content, in that companionship he'd found tonight, unexpected though it had been. The stallion hardly perturbed by that silence once more. Tetradore's name suddenly uttered again, Frost waiting until that man glanced toward him.

"How are we getting home?"

With what they'd drunk neither of them was truly fit to drive down that mountain road and if Tetradore teleported them that car would get left behind. Hopefully the seats in that car were comfortable- maybe they were sleeping in them tonight.

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