It was hardly an easy task to stealthily enter the heavily guarded warehouse, that is - in his current form, at least. He feline was far quieter, far more likely to be overlooked, and far more maneuverable than human flesh. It's advantages surely made that shift a worthwhile plan. Or so he had thought. What he hadn't anticipated was Taliah's admittance that their transformation hardly held the same conveniences. His brow rose ever so slightly at her vague explanation of why she so struggled with her own change and yet...it left the pair in quite a dilemma. A soft breath left Tetradore's lips as his gaze turned away from the petite female beside him. His fingers drummed lightly on the steering wheel in front of him in thought. Ultimately, the jaguar was...a formidable foe, the man more than carrying his fair share of weight and yet, as a snake...surely he could get her inside the warehouse and backout with little need to move at all. His own radiating heat would surely help with her fears of the cold. It all came down to just how large she was within that reptilian skin. The last thing he needed was to try and lug some twenty-foot anaconda around behind him.
The vibrant hue of his irises turned towards Taliah again, his inquiry worded in such a way that was perhaps...not ideal, and yet, Tetradore was ever one to cut straight to the point. The sound of her musical laughter, however, prompted a small twitch of his lips in a simper. It was the first time he had ever seen Taliah laugh, even if it was but briefly and short-lived. That light within the depths of her gaze, however, faded as abruptly as it had come, her size merely prompting his brow to rise in a silent coaxing to explain what 'not terribly big' really meant. That actual measurement, however, prompted an audible snort from his nose, a twenty-inch snake? This, he was sure, was nothing. He opened the driver's side door, clearly committed to some plan with little voiced on exactly what it was. It was Taliah's inquiry that saw the Were-King pause, his fingers already reaching for the hem of his shirt. He glanced back into the car at Taliah, his shoulders lifting in a vague shrug.
The Were-King peeled off his cotton shirt, hardly concerned about the girl refuting the idea as he tossed it into the driver's seat. His jeans followed soon after, they too discarded in the same lackadaisical manner. Those boxers were discarded last, though without hesitation. After all, modesty was a concept largely lost upon the Alpha, the man often failing to think at all of his physique to prompt such coyness. That shift was altogether quick for the Were-King, that caramel skin replaced with ebony fur in a matter of mere moments. He stretched out his fit muscular physique, a barely audible yawn left his massive jaws before, gracefully, the feline made his way around towards the passenger side of the car. He settled upon those powerful haunches, his emerald irises merely watching her, waiting for her to join him.
My heart is just to dark too care. I can't destroy what isn't there
so if you love me let me go
Deliver me into my fate & leave me with my sins
If you still care, don't ever let me know