It is with some level of confusion that the Leopard allows the golden brown of his gaze to flicker with uncertainty from one steel table to the next, long, thick tail lashing in discontent as the spotted creature shifts further back and towards his canine companion. It is with a snort of sorts that the large feline turns, eyes shifted once more up and towards the window from which he had entered, prepared to leap back through it and remove himself from the room that reeks of soap and water and a disinfectant of sorts that stings at his nose and senses in a manner that sees those cattish features wrinkle in discord. The numerous other caged Were's that reside within the room are utterly ignored- no part of the boy possessing any true ability for empathy. He has seen such things before within Syn, had learned readily that they were not his concern. He survived for himself, for Tetra and nothing else- save perhaps the wolf beside him and as such the variety of other creatures, the pets of vampires, are ignored. He remembers little, his mind often incapable of the retention others so willingly display and yet he remembers Risqué, he remembers collars and chains and rooms with no exits even if they are no more than snapshots within his mind, fragments of images and memories and yet still they remain, imprinted within instinct- if not memory and as such he simply desires to be away from this place, each muscle coiled and braced to leap before the sudden emergence of two vampires sees an irritated hiss spat free of the Leopard.

Riley and his vampire companion are faster to seize Birdie, perhaps having anticipated the wolf as the greater threat of the two- and yet it is the fingers of the undead creature seizing the wolf that so seems to enrage the Leopard, lips pulled back to expose the fangs beneath, the roar that rips from within his throat seeing the other vampire scramble backwards to release the hold he had attempted to find on the cat, a string of expletives spilling readily from his lips as Tobias only proceeds to come forward. He is tired of vampires, that reeking scent of death an odour he is no longer willing to tolerate, one that spurns only aggression within his mind as claws unsheathe to scrape against the tiled floor as he simply does as any predator is made to do- stalking his prey, each stride bolder and more determined as the vampire shrinks backward and against the wall, fear beginning the spill like heated blood into the air, saliva pooling within the Leopards jaws. Justin! It's....glaring at me! The words of the vampire are ignored, lost upon the cat as muscles tense and roll, preparing to leap upon him when a sensation far too familiar tickles against his mind. It is as if the Leopard has been struck by fire, Tobias recoiling violently away from both vampires in an effort to escape the snare that has already begun to seize his mind and limbs in an effort to force obedience upon him in a manner he is determined never to feel again- this opposition of wills resulting in the Leopard managing a half leap of sorts before tumbling down and colliding with a stool in a cacophony of sound as Riley manages to grasp the scruff of his neck. Stay! Do not try and escape, alright? Bloody hell.

It is this imprisonment within his own body that he so recoils against, a yowl of protest managing to escape his throat all the same- the boy having existed beneath Risqué long enough to have discovered the loopholes within such a power. He had been commanded not to escape, not to be quiet, nor had he been instructed not to attempt to cling to the side of the tub he was hoisted towards, claws hooking beneath the rim of the table to prevent himself being carried any further- attempting to brace himself in a style almost comical above the heated water the vampire was desperately attempting to submerge him in. Oh my god, what are you doing, it won't hurt you! Justin find another harness, he's hard to control with just my powers. As always such words are entirely lost upon him, another furious hiss sounding from within the throat of the cat, Tobias very near oblivious to the silver studded harness designed to keep him within the water, the sting of silver only seeming to panic him further in his desperation to be away from the water, the frantic clawing and splashing that followed resulting in a series of cuss words and violently struggles before the command to stay still seemed to permeate his mind, the rather sodden Tobias forced to sit within the heated, soapy water, golden eyes flickered momentarily towards Birdie and Justin before more water sprayed upon his head only seems to tip the feline over the edge entirely.

He cannot tolerate the water, cannot stand to be within it. There is little upon the face of this earth or beneath it the boy is given to fear and yet water is perhaps his greatest assailant. His form simply cannot move and yet his nervous system remains entirely intact, breathing rapid now, shallow, rasping, mind frantic and yet body utterly immoveable as the creatures eyes flicker and roll, attempting desperately to maintain consciousness as his mind remains determined to shut down entirely in the face of a situation he simply cannot handle. It is truly fortunate perhaps, that Riley is given to finish his washing and scrubbing, the water around the Leopard utterly black with the debris that has been removed before Tobias is very near hauled from the bath and onto a separate table, the towel that rubs at his frame seeming to jolt life within the Leopard once more, eyes blinking in surprise of sorts, as if he remains entirely confused as to what has occurred- remaining chained to the nearest wall all the same.

It is as the towel rubs behind his ears that so suddenly seems to result in a marked changed of behaviour within the cat, a satisfied groan of sorts released from his lips, such a sound contorted into a sudden purr before the Leopard proceeds to lay himself down, quite content to stretch out in appreciation of this sudden massage he believes he is receiving, right foreleg lifted and offered towards Riley now, waiting for the vampire to do as command and take it, drying each golden fur and paw and claw much to the clear satisfaction of Tobias- and the great relief of the vampire whom seems only too happy to oblige the cat all the same as he reaches for the brush and blow dryer. The raw chicken wing the Leopard is offered by way of reward sees the boy rather contentedly roll onto his back, jaws snapping closed upon his reward, fully content to allow Riley to brush fur and adjust limbs as he sees fit- content to have the heated air blown upon him entirely as he reclines.

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