Nadya had been absent from the Ark of late, no longer appearing at the dinner table that the higher ranking within the Ark chose to eat at each night, no longer lingering within the crowds that lined the rings or wandering the corridors above to watch the flat screen TV Tetradore kept within his room. Why the girl has been absent the man hardly knows or understands. He remembers the night within the forests of the South, remembers screaming and crying and blood and pain- flashes of memory that flicker and dance behind his eyes. He remembers the kittens, just as he remembers holding them, the feeling of possessiveness that stirred within him remaining wholly intact- a combination of both animal and human instincts that drives the animalistic fellow to desire to see his children even if he cannot fully understand this need. They are his, of that he is sure, his and Nadya's, something to be shared and yet she had taken them that night, assured him they would come back and still she had not come home, to the Ark, the home Tobias has dictated she should live within and cannot understand why she does not as Tetra and Birdie and Regan do. So he had waited, lingering outside each night, prowling atop the wires of the ship, spotted pelt aglow within the moonlight as he waited for Nadya to come. His patience however, is notoriously short, the man content to wait less and less each night before returning to Birdie and his hammock within the hull of the ship. He cannot understand why he desires his kittens, such a need is outside the realms of his mental capacity to fully understand and yet it does not matter, he wants as he wants, refuses entirely to be swayed.

It had taken days for Nadya to appear, the girl having gone to the South to hunt, Tobias ability to Hunt those he desired having brought him readily to the panther that night with the same demand for his kittens once more, Tobias having been content to follow behind the panther all evening, asking over and over and over for that which he desires until at last Nadya had been forced to relent- telling Tobias to come to the apartment she shared with Isolt. So he had. Heavy paws padded atop the pavement that lead towards the lobby of the building, Nadya's scent thick within this area, Tobias pausing only long enough to brush his spotted and gold form along the walls of the lobby, overlaying her scent with his own and the lingering scent of Tetradore that clung to everything the other panther owned. Golden brown eyes flicker within the gloom of the evening, flashing in the dark of the lobby before pacing up the stairs and towards the door he knows belongs to Nadya and Isolt. One shoulder is thrown heavily against the door in the manner in which Tetradore had taught him to open such things, surprise lingering upon his features when the door merely shudders, a hiss of discontent spat from his lips as his tail flicks in discontent.

That such a trick works only when the door is unlocked and partially open remains to be seen, claws unsheathed from within his paws to rake down the door frame in evident display of his objection, waiting for someone to open it before his patience again fails to uphold. The Leopard proceeds merely rise up upon his hind legs, the door handle take firmly within his jaws before biting down, steel sliced between his unusually powerful fangs as the door handle is ripped free, door swinging open moments later as the Leopard proceeds to strut within the room that had been his own home from several months after their escape from Risque. The golden hued cat proceeds to wander further into the lounge room, Nadya and Isolt's scents heavy within the area along with two scents more unusual too him, scents that seem to carry a touch of his own and Nadya's intermingled with something entirely new that sees the Leopards head tilt in curiosity before he proceeds to sit within the centre of the living room, a rumbling growl of sorts released, a distinctly cat-like sound, calling Nadya to him, tail wrapping neatly about his limbs as he waits- eyes continuing to search the room for any sign of the kittens he so desires to play with.

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