He had not been there that night. Wether by fate or chance the small, skinny boy whom had attached himself to the outskirts of the Were-pack, or more specifically to a single member within it, had been away on that fateful evening. He was never one of them, not truly, would recoil from any of the adults that sought to coax him from the darkness and bare tiny fangs as those whom dared to try and reach out to him before fleeing back into the alleyways and rooftops in which he'd made his home. Not all hold the fortune of a privileged birth, not all know the safety of pack though indeed the boy had sought it so desperately, lingering for some years on the fringes of one particular pack though many never saw him, many never believed such a boy had existed- though he had. He was wary then, perhaps just as wary as he remains now, for without parents and without pack, the world is a dangerous place for one so very young. Yet, the dishevelled, wild-eyed boy had found connection in another, time and time again appearing to shadow along behind Tetra, seeking the other boys companionship over anyone else. Perhaps it was simply the other boy's nature, his quiet ease or simple acceptance that so attracted the untamed rogue. Yet for whatever reason Tobias had simply found himself another, a Leader, the closet thing he had ever had to a brother.....or a pack. His broken, fractured mind remembers that night or more so, remembers what remains, the leopard cub left behind in the panic, for who ever remembers to search for a forgotten child? A child few even knew existed? Perhaps the girl and her parents had known of him, perhaps not. It hardly mattered. He cared only for one. If Aiden had looked, or called for him, Tobias hardly knows. He arrived too late that night....so many years ago. Yet for years just as long he has been searching.




It is his ability perhaps, that allows him a knowledge the young woman lacks, the boy blessed with a skill unlike any other, an ability unseen amongst the Were kind until himself- an ability to find, to hunt, to pursue whatever his mind desires and for near fifteen years he has relentlessly searched for his companion, is assured of the other mans existence when it seems his own sister lacks such faith. It is the scent that lures him now, that bare-footed young man, the same age as the girl herself though his condition is significantly worse, so long spent in his animal form having robbed the boy of so much, yet....he was always more wild, always more feral and untamed then the others, his volatile nature and fits of rage affording him so few friends until the boy had become nothing but a loner. It hardly mattered. He has walked miles in his obsessive desire to find what he seeks, his tall, rangy form skinny and underfed, passing near unseen amongst the crowd as those fathomless dark eyes search beneath the mop of wild black hair that adorns his head. He can smell....something, someone.....Tetra....and yet not. His mind dances so delicately on the border between human and animal, so many of his traits animalistic and yet such was always his way. Dark eyes search beneath those thick locks, head tilting slightly in an effort to better perceive the sound around him before his bare feet pivot atop the pavement and he near knocks a man down in his sudden desire to pursue a new direction. There is something...alluring about this scent, right and yet...not, his fractured mind desperately trying to understand this information as he slides in and out of crowds, loathing each touch.




He never did like strangers, women in particular, seeming to loathe them above all. They have no use to his mind, save for the obvious and yet in these moments such thoughts refuse to take hold as he finally break free of the crowd, immense stride eating away at the ground as he tucks his hands into the pockets of his ill-fitting jeans eyes narrowed upon his target. A woman no less. For a moment he simply frowns, youthful features contorted into a look of frustrated confusion. She is not Tetra and yet...she smells like him, his memory struggling to place her though her name remains elusive. He remembers her, perhaps, or indeed holds some fragment akin to such a thing within what remains of his mind. He never was sane, not entirely- the girl his unfortunate target as he finally moves closer...slowly, carefully, inching forward until he stands directly behind her- oblivious to the fact that such a thing is hardly normal behaviour before one finger moves to poke her, eyes narrowing as he waits for her to turn and acknowledge his presence, arms folding across his chest in ready disdain. Words, after all, never were his forte.




"Sister."




Evidently her name no longer exists, the woman called by the title he has assigned her alone, wild eyes watching her, clearly unaware that his word may not make sense. He continues to stand above her, at over six feet in height the young man readily towers over the woman.




"Where...is he?"




To his mind the question is simple, his fractured, broken words a struggle to force out before he suddenly and abruptly points in one direction, features shifting into a surprised face of sorts.




"What is that?!"




He waits for the woman to turn, as any being would surely do, fingers reaching out to snatch the bread from her before he simply leaps away a step and out of her reach, snickering to himself as he does, his agitation seeming to have shifted into an almost playful demeanour as he comes to stand before her, chewing easily on his stolen bread, looking towards her expectantly, handsome features blank and expressionless once more.

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push