The were-King was oblivious, truly, to how important his own need for his fae guardian was to the Frenchman. Tetradore had not admitted that he had truly required Matteo in quite a great many years, even if it was the foreign Ambassador alone that, at times, picked up the pieces of the broken man and gave him a reason to continue that onwards march. He could hardly deny that he worried for the fae, all the same. He knew how easily Matteo tended to involve himself in matters he truly should not. That foresight was both a blessing and a curse, prompting the man in more dangerous situations then Tetradore viewed necessary, hypocritical though it was of him. It was his care for the fae alone that prompted that suggestion of befriending the only soul that could escape Matteo's omniscient sight, that warm grin and easy explanation did little to reassure him. A sigh left his lips as he rolled his vibrant emerald eyes, his head shook ever so slightly though he chose to remain silent on the matter. After all, he had already said his peace and any further words spent on the topic would surely be equally as ignored. That stubbornness was a trait the pair shared and a fact that Tetradore knew well. .

It was that very persistent tendency of the fae, however, that prompted that offer upon Tetradore's lips, even though he anticipated Matteo might never take him up on it. After all, with his son living in the same city, Tetradore had every belief that Matteo might enjoy that time in the lap of luxury rather than the bowls of the degenerates. A small shrug was given in response to that gratitude, the were-King seeing little reason to mutter any of those thoughts. Instead, Tetradore merely followed behind the man as Matteo led him across those vast estates. The very functional farm that surrounded him was nothing short of baffling - from those cows to the horses to the very geese that seemed more than content to hiss at him! How long had it been, truly, since another animal had dared to offer a warning to the jungle cat?! That very growl reverberated within the back of his throat and yet, Matteo seemed wholly content on teasing him of those simple instincts. He scoffed at that playful assurance that Matteo would keep him informed of that threat the goose posed. He knew well that the Frenchman was making fun of him. It was Matteo alone that he allowed that teasing from, at least, of this level.

Tetradore was, however, entirely curious of that white shed that had prompted their march from the chateau. He hardly anticipated those thrown open doors to reveal two pristine motorcycles of sorts ready for riding. The simple sight of them coaxed a simper onto his features, that love of fast vehicle was one that had only increased in his freedom, that plethora of vehicles were the man's prized possession. He easily caught those tossed gloves, the were-King sliding them on just as Hubert rounded the corner, that little dog yapping with remarkable excitement at having found them all over again. Matteo's insistence that the rolly polly shoo hardly seemed to deter him all the same, at least, until those engines began to rumble to life. That gesture towards a gauge down near his handles, however, saw his emerald eyes shift towards where Matteo pointed, entirely used to that city bike and that multitude of gauges his own Ninja had. That scowl quickly caught his features as Tetradore quickly discovered the Frenchman's attempt to gain the upper hand. He leaned to the side, quickly kicking that kickstand upwards before his hand revved that engine, causing the bike to spin out as it rushed forward to close that distance.

Those motorbikes roared as they sped through those green pastures, sending the herd of cows running in the opposite directions, striving to get out of the way of those quickly zooming bikes. It hardly took long for Tetradore to regain that lost speed. He was used to maneuvering at such high momentum. This was one of the few things that truly made Tetradore feel alive - to have that wind blowing through his hair, to have the bike precariously tilting underneath him as he only encouraged it further still. That turn onto the gravel was sharp, sending those small rocks flying in their wake as they barreled down on that closed gate, that unspoken challenge was one he was unwilling to lose. Why should he back down? He knew exactly what that point of no return was, he understood how much he needed to give that bike, and soon that gate came rushing faster and faster up to them. A small smug glimpse crossed his features as at that curse word that left Matteo's lips, both of those bikes soon skidding on the gravel in an effort to stop before either man collided with the wrought iron. The very thrill of it prompted that genuine laughter on his lips, even though he sat mere inches from that fence. God, how he loved to so taunt fate like that!

That gentle nudge only his shoulder only further prompted that grin as he eyed his companion, those French words prompted little more than a shrug. Although Tetradore hardly knew the meaning behind those words, other than picking up that translation for 'cat'. That was a word he had heard much of. How he had relished in that look of both amazement, awe, and even a touch of fear upon Matteo's features! It was rare to catch the ever seeing Frenchman off guard, making the moments all the sweeter. "I will," Tetradore promised, embedding that very glimpse into his memory. "We'll see about that, old man." He teased, so easily capable of turning that goading back upon his companion in ways he so often failed to do when the pair were within the city limits of that supernatural metropolis. He followed closely behind Matteo as the Frenchman led the way towards that forest trail, that speed certainly reduced when compared to their earlier mad dash. That pace allowed the were-King to truly observe the estate that surrounded him, baffling though it was. The grounds were far larger than he had anticipated, not to mention the sheer fact that that chateau was a farm! He had never imagined his faux father as a farmer. The man had enough charm and charisma to be of a higher class than a mere farmer. His own bewilderment, however, seemed to be quite blatant upon his features - enough so that Matteo picked up upon his confusion. His emerald eyes shifted towards Matteo at the sound of his companion's voice. A small shrug crossed his shoulders in response to that inquiry. If he was being honest - he had considered Matteo to be the French Ambassador for....well....forever as far as he was concerned.

A small shrug crossed his shoulders as the man muttered in response, "Maybe." His gaze shifted towards the Fae as Matteo began to speak of those earlier days within his life. Although it was not peculiar that Matteo told him stories of those centuries he had been alive, much less what had occupied him in their time apart, this story was, somehow, distinctly more personable than all the others. His emerald eyes briefly followed the line as Matteo gestured towards 'that way'. He could hardly even imagine a younger version of the Frenchman, a nervous farm boy sent off to battle some great enemy. Matteo was so often the personification of composed - impish, certainly, but composed all the same. For a moment, he was silent, considering all of that information imparted to him. "How long were you gone?" He inquired after a moment, wholly curious of that life Matteo so rarely spoke of, one he suspected was already long gone. "Are they....still alive?" It was doubtful and yet, if Matteo was a fae, perhaps they were too.

Any further prying, however, might have to come at a later time as that forest crept ever closer, the pair halting just at the edge of that track that disappeared into the undergrowth. He listened readily to that explanation only to nodded in response, all too willing to take up that challenge and that decidedly difficult trek. The engine of that bike revved to life in the wake of Matteo's own, the were-King wholly capable of matching the man's speed while purposefully keeping some level of distance between them. Admittedly, Tetradore delighted in those twists and turns of that road, just as he enjoyed pushing both that bike and his own skill. He could feel that bike skidding beneath him at every twist of the road and yet, after that first one, he'd gotten particularly good at handling those shakes and skids. The mud, however, was a whole different monster, one that required care in that direction he went lest he ended up stuck or, worst, toppled over into it. He made careful note of his faux father's path, and too that speed he went. Without knowing that trail, he scarcely knew where those jumps might be that required that extra power to get over. It was a fact he was quite thankful for the moment he noticed Matteo's acceleration, that first jump quickly coming upon them to send Tetradore and his bike airborne.

He landed on the other side with a thud, that jerking sensation one the city man was entirely unused to. Even so, that bike gripped the dirt, that sudden change in direction causing that gravel to fly in its wake. Tetradore's emerald eyes turned upwards, entirely caught off guard by that hill that appeared quite in front of him. He wasted no time in gaining that speed, letting that bike roar as he followed Matteo up that second hill and straight onto the other side, spitting the pair out on the very edge of that river bank. He slowed that bike to a stop just beside Matteo's own, his emerald eyes simply observing that hill in front of him. Really, it was kind of impressive that the land had naturally formed such a jump perfect for those motorbikes. It reminded him of that very distance that Tobias and he had jumped when stealing that first vehicle of their fleet. In fact, with the river running underneath, it was uncannily familiar. In truth, he hardly had to worry too greatly. As Matteo had pointed out, in the worst case scenario, he did have that teleportation and, in theory, he could take that bike with him, if need be. Still, if he could do a jump like this in a Lamborghini, surely this bike was equally as capable.

"It sounds like this jump and you are...very close friends." He commented, simply observing all of those ways in which Matteo had clearly hurt himself whilst attempting this very feat. A soft sigh left his lips as the were-King shook his head ever so slightly, only to rest his hand back on the accelerator. Well, here goes nothing. He revved the engine, letting that bike plunge forward. He encouraged whatever speed he could get from that vehicle as it so quickly ate up the ground between Tetradore and that ledge. It was, at the very least, a good test of what the bike could do, that top speed quickly gained before, quite suddenly, the were-King and vehicle were airborne in that same gut-wrenching moment he had certainly felt before. Those seconds were quite near precarious as gravity took hold of man and bike, the other side of the ramp came up far faster than Tetradore expected, those wheels hitting the ground with a thud that jarred him. That bike threatened to teeter beneath him, quickly capturing the were-King's attention as he attempted to re-write that course and slow the quickly moving vehicle. Jesus, that stretch of dirt on the other side was narrow! It was with a breath of relief that that bike came to a halt on the other side, the were-King glancing over his shoulder for any indication that Matteo was about to make the jump lest he require that same amount of slowing space that Tetradore had required. How the trail got more difficult than this, he failed to see and yet, he could hardly deny his curiosity. Bring it on!

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