Tetradore didn't particularly enjoy his monthly visits to the impoverished neighborhood. Then again, he failed to find any appreciation what so ever in performing Risque's dirty work. Despite his animosity towards the deeds, however, Tetradore still performed what was commanded of him, if only for the chance to spend some time away from the intangible chains placed upon him within the walls of Syn. Temporarily, he'd managed to loose his escorts although he hardly expected their disappearance to last for a particularly long time. As practiced as he was at liberating himself from their presence, they were equally as persistent as tracking him down, not that he could blame them. The receiving end of Risque's disapproval was hardly a place that any being would willingly be, except, perhaps, for the were panther himself. He meandered slowly though purposefully down the sidewalk, drifting to the next home upon their list if only to claim that it wasn't his fault his entourage had failed to keep up. After all, he was still doing his job, wasn't he? Either way the fellow intended to take his sweet time, enjoying the sensation of the wind's embrace and the sun on his covered skin. Even if Tetradore didn't enjoy his usual panther figure, even if he sometimes longed for the humanity he was rarely given, he found the outfits Risque sometimes enjoyed shoving him within almost unbearable.



In fact, he was only just contemplating the purpose to leather in the first place when a crashing sound alerted his sensitive senses of something peculiar within the area. He paused at the intersection he stood at, his piercing emerald gaze drifting down the side streets in vague curiosity. Tetradore was so used to being apart of his vampire's goons. He was so used to being the nightmare that stalked the shadows that he was hardly concerned about the trouble that was surely attached to such commotion. For a brief moment he considered deviating from his path, he considered investigating and perhaps purposefully dragging his small party into another scuffle. It was certainly a tempting gesture if only for it's possibility to delay their return to the dance club. However, as quickly as that thought had entered his mind, a stronger more opposing one suggested that perhaps that same sound was attached to the companions he was trying to avoid. A soft sigh left his lips as he stood upon the brink of indecision, eying the direct he was supposed to go and the one that surly promised a far more interesting evening.



Eventually, the man turned, continuing down the street towards their victim's home, choosing to ignore the din he'd only just heard. After all, he reasoned with himself, such a noise would surely create a crowd and that was not something he enjoyed, even if such a congregation would only stand there uselessly. The police hardly had a strong presence within this community, not when monstrosities like him (and by extension her) kept things so...orderly. It never would have occurred to him that it would be his family so particularly close to him. Risque had long sense pushed such childish notions of finding freedom in recovering his clan. Sometimes, even to this day, she'd boost of the pack she'd so mercilessly slaughtered, as if to remind him what he already knew she was capable of. Even if he didn't enjoy it, Tetradore had resigned himself to his position at his side, any hope of finding his pack had long sense died within the callous were.