His mind is utterly absorbed in the pebble she continues to kick so lackadaisically with her foot, dark eyes following the rolling stone in a manner entirely predatory, watching the rock roll and tumble- his desire to leap upon it simply because he can held back only by the proximity of his target to the young woman. Her words do little to distract his focus, instinct driven by anything that runs or moves, his desire to chase seemingly overriding his humanity in this moment until that soft, feminine lilt of her words seem to permeate the haze of playful delight the stone draws from within him, the girl ceasing to kick it further and as such resulting in an entire lack of interest as he allows his gaze to meet her own. He does not understand time, not truly, has never learned to read a clock or understand beyond day and night. He does not know, truly, how long it has been since that fateful night, knows only that it has been....long and as such her sentence means little. He has hunted for a long, long time, if he were the type to grow board with such a thing he would have stopped years ago. He knows his companion is here, simply needs to pinpoint him- and will, in time. Even so he simply offers the woman a nod, though whether such a thing indicates understanding, or more so, is a learned behaviour cannot be said as he continues to trail just behind her, allowing her to lead.




Handsome young features scowl openly as she moves to press against the blackened wrought iron gate, the young man seeming to find a ready fascination in the way it swings before he follows her, his own heightened senses alert now in this unfamiliar territory, eyes flicking quickly about as his bare feet become silent on the earth in the manner of any true predator, frame holding a tense, feral edge as if he prepares to attack at any moment. Perhaps Sister is unskilled when it comes to fighting, yet Tobias is not, he has survived because he has fought for it and indeed that desire to protect his new found companion simmers beneath the surface as he shadows her from one window to the next. The sudden appearance of the dog sees those fathomless dark pools narrow in ready disdain, one finger reaching up to tap experimentally at the glass as the girl stumbles away, eyes rolling at the ridiculous canine as it barks and whines, trapped behind the window. Perhaps later he will eat it. It would hardly be the first time. For now he is unwilling to have his new companion wander to far from him. He is a typical male perhaps, in this regard, her gender resulting in some instinctive need to have her nearby that responds readily to his more uninhabited side.




He moves to follow her attention from the empty apartment, to the tree and window above, gaze meeting her own again as she offers a command of sorts, features contorting slightly as those shadows of pain lick at his veins and bones, shifting forms quickly, easily, that thick black mop of hair fading out into the beautiful gold and black of his leopard pelt, the darkness of his gaze fading into the deeper gold of his animal form as he trots away from her side, leaving little save for his previously worn pair of jeans beside her. He is more comfortable in this form, moves more easily, more happily, the world a better place as muscle coiled and rolls and he lunges with fluid beauty upward to snag the rough wood of the dying tree in the sharp hold of his claws, leaping out onto the branch, gliding smoothly along it and dropping into the window. For a moment he pauses simply to sniff, tasting the air, assessing his surroundings as those deep golden eyes glow within the dark of the home. He continues forward, moving towards the door as asked. It has been years since he has been within a house and as such his curiosity is assured, his desire to test and play with that which lingers about him, causing him to near forget the door entirely until he spies it.




The lock however, proves to be another matter entirely. He has never dealt with a lock before, unable to understand why the door does not open when he simply presses his shoulder against it, a low growl of confusion erupting within his throat before the enormous cat simply rears up, one large paw batting at the handle, though it does little more then rattle, black and gold marked tail flicking in agitation as he simply back away, taking another step and another before lunging forward, all four limbs lifted from the ground as his entire form is launched at the unsuspecting door, the impact of his charge resulting in the door being blown entirely from its hinges as the cat tumbles out with it onto the front lawn. For a moment he merely seems surprised, claws retracted back from the wood as he stands atop the broken door, eyes lifting at last back to the girl before he suddenly and abruptly rolls, rubbing himself along the broken door- clearly highly pleased with himself as he remains content to lounge in the sun, a clear and obvious purring rolling within his throat, evidently enjoying the feeling of the wood despite his ridiculous behavior.




Well- she wanted it open didn't she?

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