Naddy?

The single word uttered upon the older man's lips seems to results in something of a bemused expression crossing the handsome young man's features as he regards his long lost companion, the name seeming familiar in some manner and yet until this moment it had been lost within the dark confines of his mind, so much of himself stored away within this place in some desperate effort to protect himself, perhaps, from the world around him. Yet, hearing it uttered in the moments in which the man seeks to embrace his sister seem to alight a certain understanding within the wild boy, dark chocolate eyes widening slightly at this recurrence of memory as a rather beautiful grin alights his normally vacant expression.




"Naddy, Naddy, Naddy."




That he has once more rediscovered her name seems to delight him, the word itself seeming to provide equal pleasure as he continues to repeat it, clearly pleased with himself in this manner as the pair before him continue this embrace, interrupted only by his own voice once more, clearly seeking his companions attention as he moves to return the long lost and much treasured toy. Perhaps Naddy will not understand the significance of such a vehicle and yet, for Tobias, it represents significantly more than a broke toy, this new promise uttered in fractured speech as he returns the car to its rightful owner, oblivious, truly, to the world he is walking into and yet in this moment such things pale to his delight I having been reunited with his companion, his loyalty unending. He is content in these moments, more so then he has been in many years, pleased to be in the presence of both Nadya and Tetra, content to assume his role as guardian and protector of both and though indeed his loyalty has forever been attached to the other man himself he is wiling to extend his desire to protect towards the young woman, having decided indeed that he may well like to keep her. He is often indifferent, if not entirely cold towards females of any species, holding little to no interest even despite his own instincts in this regard and yet it has been years since he has been in the company of his own species, mind seemingly rather....intrigued with Naddy, though in what way cannot be said, the boy entirely unable to identify such an emotion, at least in these moments, merely accepting her presence entirely even though he still refuses her touch. She is familiar to him, a memory from his past and while he is assured of his position as Tetradore's shadow of sorts he is comfortable in her presence in a manner truly rare for the young man.




Tetra's momentary praise in regards to the return of the car, small and insignificant though it is, seems to please him all the more as another lopsided, boyish grin touches his features, the past fifteen years seemingly forgotten in that moment, Tobias clearly of the belief that all things will simply return to the way they were, for indeed, in fifteen years....though his body has grown and perhaps with the correct nutrition his truly exceptional physical form may well become evident, his mind seems....trapped within another time entirely, as if he has reached a certain age and simply stopped, at least in regard to his human form, the animal far more developed, far more capable and yet the trade off perhaps, is a distinctly feral being that remains entirely driven by instinct and demand, the boy as wild as any true Leopard and yet he had been forced into such an existence. Without his pack, without Tetra, had he remained in his human form, he would surely have died long before this. He is nothing short of entirely adaptable, has learned to be this way in an effort to protect himself and yet it is clear indeed that his humanity remains entirely underdeveloped. Yet his forgiveness for Tetra's apparent abandonment is clear, the young man satisfied to simply be beside him once more, unable perhaps, to perceive as Naddy does, the sudden sharpness to her tone seeing those dark eyes slide sideways again, the young man entirely more....apt at reading body language and tone, rather then words, eyes sliding across each line of her form with predatory ease in some effort to perceive the cause of her agitation, his own name upon her lips prompting him to look down at himself, as if he expects to see something he has so far unnoticed, oblivious to the manner in which she criticizes, demanding answers on behalf of both her and himself.




Her acknowledgement that he won seeming to satisfy him, oblivious to the hesitancy in Tetra's words that the young woman so readily picks up upon before she suddenly seems to take it upon herself to slap him across the chest. For a moment Tobias simply stares, mind struggling to understand this sudden assault. He has always been Tetradore's shadow, his protector, whether needed or not and yet, Naddy is pack as well, mind unable to decide how to react to such an assault, eyes narrowing darkly as a growl coils within his throat in warning once more. He has just found his friend and as such has no desire for Naddy to scare him away. Her continued yelling only further seems to displease him, the boy becoming noticeably agitated as he remains beside the other man, attention drawn only from the pair as the wind is given to change, offering the young man a plethora of scents to analyse, one in particular seeming to spark his curiosity, head tilting slightly once more, wild dark hair falling back into his eyes, tanned skin aglow in the sun.




"Smells....dead."




Whether either of them are listening to him or not remains to be seen, the boy simply doing as he has been taught to do, warning those around him of an impending threat, though wether such a thing is a threat or not remains to be seen, the young man unaware that he has caught upon the scent of Tetradore's 'minders' steadily making their way closer, though how close he cannot say. He merely voices his awareness of the change, his highly adapt instincts evidently holding use in this regard, remarkable height also offering him an increased ability to observe his surroundings as he softly murmurs his warning before he seems content to focus upon himself once more, speaking again to the emerald-eyed man.




"Can we...go home now? I am...hungry."




He is always hungry, his lanky frame constantly craving food, the boy assured Tetradore must have some form of home and food, just as he had as a child, attention deviating briefly towards Naddy once more as those sinfully dark eyes lift readily to her own, lip quirking slightly upward in the shadow of a smirk.




"You...smell good."




Because now is clearly the time to offer such....compliments, if it can be said such a thing is indeed a compliment, his ability to perceive social graces clearly lacking, content to tell the woman just want he thinks before looking expectantly back to Tet once more.

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