The sudden sting of teeth against this chest sees the half-naked young man look down with ready disdain at the thin line of blood drawn against his rib, a fine rivulet of red trickling free as he still continues to cling to his treasured prize, hugging the she-fox to him all the same as he absentmindedly wipes the blood away, doing little more than rubbing momentarily at the spot before seeming to forget it entirely, moving to march down the street with his new 'pet' under his arm, munching contentedly upon the sausage he has managed to steal despite the foxes evident discord in regards to having her meal pinched and her form carried in the manner of a common Chihuahua. He continues, bare feet padding against the ground, seemingly utterly oblivious to his companions struggles before she finally seems to manage to pull free, wriggling frantically as he hurriedly swallows his meal and attempts to grasp her more firmly, sleek, lithe body managing to writhe free all the same, claws scraping painfully against his side as she does before she topples from his grasp, colliding with the sidewalk, only to slam back into a wall in a panic so readily recognised by the predator he is, eyes narrowing slightly as he seems to drink this fear and panic, as if such emotions are within his reach in a physical sense upon the air as he near seems to relish it....before those dark chocolate eyes force back that killer instinct.




Her sudden escape sees him scowl readily beneath tangled ebony locks as he looks upon her pressed against the wall, moving to take another step towards her, prepared to catch her again- only to see her form shift and change, his own forward motion halted as the creature that had so seemed to delight him morphs into a leggy brunette. For all her height however, she still remains shorter than his towering, underfed frame, dark eyes narrowed in slight confusion as his gaze moves to travel the length of her naked form. His attention however, is entirely unlike any other man, her nakedness seemingly unnoticed as his frown only deepens, head tilting slightly in a decidedly animalistic-gesture before his longer fingers seem to clench into fists, a look of utter agitation and anger sliding over his lean form as one bare foot stamps like a petulant child against the cold cement of the sidewalk. His words are barely tangible, a tangled ramble that seems a sheer struggle for him to pronounce and yet he does all the same, snapping angrily at her now, one finger pointing towards her in a decidedly annoyed tone.




"Your...not supposed to....do that! You've....ruined it! I don't....like you now."




His hand waved in a dismissive gesture, arms folding across his chest with a derisive snort as he looks deliberately away from her, as if this sudden cold shoulder will somehow act as a punishment for the woman whom has so dared to present her human form to him. He dislikes women, tolerates only Nadya, for she is pack and pack is permitted, all others are lesser then himself, beings with no purpose and as such he prefers them entirely in their animal forms. He loathes the touch of other humans against his own human skin and as such finds ready disdain in the brunette before him. Her slender, feminie form, nothing less then an exquisite example of the female body is utterly ignored- there is little he has not seen before and yet even so he is seemingly immune to her entirely. Perhaps he does hold powerful animal instincts, the young man far more predator then human, yet even so he ignores any and all instincts in regards to his female counterparts beyond the occasional appealing scent they may offer. The words she speaks in return seem to capture his attention, mind struggling to perceive the hurried phrases, desperately attempting to piece together the words she offers as he frowns once more. Who did he think he was?




"Tobi."




He answers suddenly and simply, cutting off her own words, lips pulled into a beaming, beautiful grin, thrilled to know the answer to this apparent question, taking some small pleasure in pleasing her with his answer- or so he believes, delighted in this moment to know...something. This smile however, disappears as quickly as it came, features shifting into a look of indifference once more, dark eyes moving to rest against the blue of her own, that feral, wild edge entirely clear as he watches her once more, as if she is an object of continued fascination.




"I do...not know this...word...kidnap?"




He pauses, clearly expecting some kind of explanation from the young woman before him, arms remaining folded across his bare chest, ribs protruding more then they surely should in some sign of the life he has lived so far, so many years spent without his pack, having only recently reunited with them once more and yet struggling still to sate his ever growing appetite. Perhaps Naddy will be home soon, perhaps she will bring him more food- until then however, he is content to focus his attention upon the WereFox, the barefooted deviant moving to brush aside a few strands of loose black hair as she asks if indeed he has some intention of hurting her.




"Not...today. Go back to....the pretty fox. You look...better....like that."




He grins now, the look handsome, if not boyish, displaying indeed that with food and care he may well be quite an attractive young man, as it is however, he looks very near as entirely deranged as he truly is, human and animal barely separate within himself as he takes a deliberate step towards the woman, remaining wary still, disliking to be touched in his human form and as such content to respect her space, if only slightly.




"Do you...want to play with me? I will....not even kill you."




Such a generous offer. Though for how long he will remain generous cannot be said.




"I think...you should be....my pet....I have never had...a pet and you are...pretty."




Well- not in her human form, but it is a compliment- of sorts, regardless.

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