There were preciously few individuals within the ebony feline's life that he could genuinely say were worth safeguarding. In fact, he could most likely count on one hand the number of those who'd somehow wormed their way through his cold exterior and into the soft, exhausted heart beneath. He wasn't sure what it was about her. After all, he'd only known the auburn haired girl for a very short period of time before his mistress had seen fit to snatch her away from his paws for a game of demented fun. And yet, somehow, and despite all the resounding odds, here he was throwing his life quite literally within the reach of the death dealers just for her. He had, quite frankly, failed her. There was something demure, and innocent about her, that much he had been aware of the very moment that he'd met her and he had still faithfully fed her soul to the demon within the depths of those flashing lights. It might have been too late to save her humanity, and it was true he might have condemned her to a life hardly better then his, but he certainly wasn't going to stay by idly to betray her again.

His lithe figure trailed after her, his paws silently brushing across the cold cement ground as he followed her down streets and alleyways. In truth, Tetradore would have followed the quaking female to the very ends of the earth. Somehow, she had instilled within him a rare desire, need even, to fend for the new born. She didn't belong within his world and yet, by his own fault, here she was. Such a strong subconscious thoughtt fueled the panther's actions more he was perhaps willing to admit. He remained silent as they progressed rapidly through the city, offering no protest or guidance. Innately, he knew she didn't want him there. After all, why would she? He was the beast that had led her to her death, he was the man that behind seductive smiles, wayward glances and genteel touches had sat by idly whilst she'd died in front of him. And yet, despite all this knowledge, here he still was, hesitant but steadfast with the young female within a clearing far from the alleyway where they'd met the hunters of their kind.

Unwavering, his prismatic emerald gaze met the pale blue eyes of her own, staring at the animosity and revulsion in what was once a gaze filled with a quiet curiosity. His head cocked to the side ever so slightly as he watched the red liquid trace it's way down her pristine pale cheeks. The presence of it confused him, if only because he'd never seen Risque cry, or any vampire for that matter. Briefly, a hint of indecision crossed his otherwise stoic features. The venom within her feminine lyrics causing his ebony flesh to flinch ever so slightly. Slowly, the panther rose to all fours, pausing just long enough to take one last, long glimpse at the young woman before turning to retreat from the sanctuary of her clearing. He couldn't reply to her like this, even if he wanted to. It was one of the things Risque loved about confining him to his animal state - although frankly he wasn't even sure she wanted to have a conversation with him in the first place. His retreat was by no means an effort to vanish from the girl's presence. Quite the contrary in fact, taking a moment of privacy offered by the surrounding foliage to let the silkened ebony fur return to calloused flesh.

Nadya's consistent complaints of late, mixed with his own awkward encounter upon the roof of Syn had caused Tetradore to pause in their flight long enough only to snatch up the clothing absolutely required, dragging it from their alleyway in the upper north side all the way to this little patch of fauna they had found. Frankly, now that he'd made the effort his sibling always insisted of, he'd couldn't help but to wonder what she saw that was worth all that effort. And yet, though he'd never admit it to anyone, he was grateful, at that moment for the cover the clothing provided. His jeans were pulled to settle upon his hips once again, the dark hoody pulled against the flesh of his chest. After adjusting the clothing one final time, his hands fell to his side, pausing to rest his back beneath the tree beside him, his gemstone like gaze finding the young female once again. Frankly, even though he had the ability to offer her a response, some kind of closure, Tetradore found himself completely lost for words, knowing all too well that nothing he could say would make anything better. In fact, he was quite certain his words would be spat right back at him and really, he did so deserve it.

It took him a moment to find his voice, his baritone lyrics seemed to be eternally scratchy if not for months of disuse that often went between those brief interludes of filling his human flesh. "I just...wanted to make sure you were..." His voice paused, dying as his features twisted into an frown of discontent. What could he say to her? That she was alright? She clearly wasn't. She was afraid, alone, and angry. He couldn't even say he wanted to keep her alive. She was, for all intents and purposes, dead. His gaze shifted from her to the floor beneath them, his head shaking ever so slightly. "Nevermind." It was a mutter, nothing more then that. He should have stayed in the shadows, he should find some sort of contentment in watching her from afar. He knew he would never be anything more then the nightmare of her waking world. It was futile to even try.