That she may have held some sort of love for the damaged door had clearly not occurred to the deviant as he lounged atop it, enjoying the rough feeling against his pelt, the satisfied purring assuring that the young man was content to express his love for the shattered entryway in much the same manner, rolling near entirely over until her frantic hissing managed to draw his attention, beautiful golden dark eyes looking towards her from his upside-down position as his lips seemed to lift into something that may well have been a cat-like grin of innocence. That he should not destroy things is clearly not a rule he has ever been forced to uphold, so many years spent living as he pleases assuring that certain social standards simply did not exist for him, some touch of confusion tracing his feline features as she moved to push at him. For a moment the leopard merely rolls back onto his side, content to allow her to shove all she pleases, in this form, it would seem, he is entirely willing to allow her to touch, the young male rolling again, this time lifting a paw to bat at her long hair as it hangs down, claws carefully retracted to prevent slashing her unnecessarily- attempting, it would seem, to invite the girl to play, oblivious to the seriousness of the situation or any reason as to why he should remain quiet. Fortunately however, he at last manages to roll onto his heavy paws once more, allowing her to hustle him inside, mind readily captivated by the inside of the apartment and the myriad of things his mind has simply never experienced before, wandering silently amongst the walls as the girl struggles to prop the door back into position. Her mild chastisement seeing his head turn to look towards her with innocence once more before he pads down the hall, tail flicking against the jeans she has tossed over the couch and her own backpack, pausing to inhale this scent in the same moment. He likes her scent, finds it pleasing.....intriguing in a way and yet it would seem that is a matter to be thought on at other times, the leopard suddenly and abruptly halted within the middle of the small kitchen.




The scent that linger in the air, carried by barely the faintest touch of the breeze sees his form halted entirely, oblivious to the small sounds of her struggle to get the door back in place as his senses reach other for something more and he pivots with near astounding speed, lunging back down the hall in a near frantic panic, seemingly desperate to suddenly be outside once more, the newly propped up door so unfortunately within his way once more as he lunges again, the obstacle blasted back out and into the yard for the second time beneath his projectile weight as he scrambles frantically down the garden path, skidding to a halt only long enough to turn back to the surely confused girl, a growling call rumbling within his throat- calling her to follow, knowing she will understand even in that form before he lunges down the street, merely a stride or two seeing the animal reach his full speed, enormous limbs eating away at the ground as he charges onto the road, oblivious to the cars as they screech in an effort to avoid him. He simply does not see anything else, does not hear anything else, instinct slamming firmly onto the target he has pursed for more then half his young life. So close, so very close. He knows Sister is behind somewhere, assures himself she is still following his frantic dash as he plunges around the corner, a young mother with a pram reduced to high-pitched screaming as he near knocks both her and her newborn down, rounding the corner, hard, lean frame leaning back to slow himself, golden eyes frantically searching this new street until his gaze settles upon a single figure walking away from him, feet scuffing at the pavement lackadaisically as always.




It is the only proof the male needs. For the first time within his life, safety and care are entirely forgotten, the near abnormally wary man charging forward again in a headlong dash down the fortunately deserted street- save for his target, paws soundless against the pavement as he comes in a rush of gold and black, form launched upward in nothing short of a flying tackle to collide with Tetradore from behind, oblivious to the fact the other man may not have desired to face plant into the nature strip beside the pavement- Tobias rolling easily to avoid crushing him entirely, offering him the barest moment to roll over before Tetradore is un-ceremoniously pounced on once more, the boy seemingly unable to be close enough and yet unable all at once to decide how to act as purrs of obvious affection roll through his entire form, rubbing his head near the entire length of the other man's body in some desperate need to display his pleasure before manages to find the presence of mind- at last, to shift. The gold and black fur finally recedes, eyes darkening and human form taking shape once more to leave the moppy-haired (and unfortunately naked) young man very near kneeling atop the other, hands replacing the paws that had rested against Tetra's chest moments ago. Perhaps, had he not recognised the leopard, he would recognise the boy, now a man, whom had worn the same hairstyle for fifteen years and looked upon his companion with those same dark eyes, living proof his vampire mistress has lied perhaps, for so very long, some tendrils of Tetra's pack living still- it would seem. His lips part, clearly prepared to speak before a sudden frown overtakes him, head tilting as it had always done to the side.




"Tetra....what are you...wearing?"




Fifteen years....and these are his first words. He continues to look towards the other man only a moment longer before his head jerks to the side once more, searching for Sister, the girl surely close behind (and hopefully having brought his pants), Tobias determined to have her see he was right, to show her the proof of his tracking abilities that may very well still be pinned beneath him until the unfortunate Tetra has managed to remove himself from beneath his over-exuberant companion.




"I found you. I found Sister too."




Something almost akin to a smile manages to touch his lips, clearly waiting to be praised for his finding efforts on both regards before meeting the emerald eyes man's gaze once more.




"You will not....leave me behind...again....will you?"




Finally, the world is right again, the creature once more united with his pack and he has no desire to be removed from either of them, regardless of what implications following Tetra may mean. He has been without his Leader far to long, his skinny, underfed form showing that entirely and he will not lose him again- even if it means sharing a momentarily unmanly display of affection in the middle of the street.

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