He no longer cares for the patrons now screaming in their seats or the cars and scent of patrol and rev of motors that had held so much of his attention before, tail lashing violently from side to side, golden eyes fixated upon the prey he sees before him now, aggression fuelled by the foolish creatures touch of his girlfriend- the situation more precarious still perhaps by the adrenaline laced thickly within his veins. He is a little more wild, a little more uncontrolled, that line between boy and beast further blurred by the heat within his veins. Birdie is his thing and his thing alone- for no other, not permitted to be touched beyond his discretion. He cannot be made to understand nor fathom that the rules of humans are not the same as Were, that his unfortunate victim has perhaps not understood this claim, else failed to perceive he had angered no mere mortal man in this moment as the Leopard prowls closer still and many within the crowd seek to exit- while others seem only more fixated in this gladiator style battle surely about to occur.

The bearded man lacks a weapon however, blood already streaking from his wounded hand, that thick and heady smell only further encouraging to spotted cat as a hiss rushes from between his lips, form crouched in readiness as each powerful muscle tenses and grows taught, ignoring the woman's pleas and the approach of security from all directions. He can sense only fear, the scent potent, a beacon that reeks of weakness and presses his humanity only further and further back into the recess of his fractured, broken mind. It is her touch alone that seems to result in a reaction, head jerked suddenly towards her as the grey of her fur presses into the smooth and newly washed gold of his own, eyes fixating upon her as the bearded man attempts to scramble further backward resulting in a furious snarl from the Leopard once more as he begins to sob. He is...unwilling to be take from his prey, content to punish for what he belives must be punished, the boy taught since his earliest days that his is the way of the world, that incorrect behaviour is punished with harm or pain, the boy doing little more then what is his right to do as Birdie seeks to urge him away.

Another flick of his tail is given, indecision clear in each line of his form, muscles still held taut as the approach of security becomes apparent to him at last, form pressed back against Birdie in no small measure of reluctance as he allows himself to be led, unwilling to engage security in this moment for the mere price of a single victim- a final, rumbling growl offered before he lunges suddenly to the side with Birdie in tow, racing for the entrance way to barrel out and back onto the street and into the cool, open air- his path of destruction clear for all to see as he slips into the trees and shadows. Content to take the scenic route back towards their home, waiting for Birdie to come beside him now, loping several steps in silence as if he seeks to calm down- letting that tension flow from his body at last until that long, spotted tail moves to....loop with her own, wrapping around her own tail I the same manner one human may hold the hand of another, the gesture decidedly...possessive though he offers no words, merely content to lead the way home.

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