There's no saving me.
I've become a shell of the man I was. Only time will tell if I'm strong enough.

How many nights had it been since the wreckage of the Ark? Since their only home had sunk to it's watery grave, only to be retrieved in veritable pieces of twisted steel and ruined salt covered trinkets. Those days had marched on with ceaseless determination onto months and though Tetradore had kept astutely appraised of any progress upon the new and improved 'Ark', she still was far off till she was deemed 'complete'. It was...difficult, for all of them, to be so scattered. The Were-King himself felt as if he was being pulled in a thousand directions as those metaphysical bonds were spread thinly throughout the spiraling metropolis and beyond. For now, however, Tetradore pushed such thoughts from the forefront of his mind, Tobias garnering the entirety of his attention. The deviant boy's veritable excitement to show him his newest acquisition was enough to prompt the Alpha to fall into step behind his Beta, Tetradore more than content to collapse upon the comfortable sofa in a truly undignified manner. There was a certain sort of tranquility to be found, after all, in the simple existence within one another's presence. It, in itself, reminded the Alpha of the way things used to be - of the nights they'd once spent together on his sofa with whatever game the Were-King had acquired for them. Though he certainly appreciated the presence and entertainment of his adoptive family, so too did he miss the quiet isolation of those evenings settled in front of his bedroom's television screen.

That serenity the Alpha found, settled in front of the vibrantly lit screen flashing brightly with each death Tobias made hardly lasted long, however, before that simple restlessness invaded his soul much in the same way it did all of their kind. He was far more reserved in those subtle signs of his physique's simple readiness to shift then his counterpart, Tetradore entirely aware of the frequency with which Tobias' gaze deviated towards the large windows that lined the far wall and displayed the waiting arms of the forest beyond. Thankfully, the women hardly seemed inclined to wait any longer than necessary, Mira quickly deeming it time the moment the sky had become painted with those intense indigos in the wake of the sun's setting. Effortlessly, Tetradore pulled himself to his feet, that command for Tobias to follow was nothing more than utterly natural and quickly, the deviant seemed to jump to his feet - his video games entirely forgotten.

Tetradore stepped out onto the large wooden porch, the multifaceted emerald of his irises near immediately falling upon the sight of Mira's caramel flesh. How well he knew her physique, every swell and tantalizing curve. His gaze trailed with the genteel caress of the moonlight as it illuminated his girlfriend's body. She seemed to dance upon bare feet as she stepped into the grass, relishing in the depths of the night that surrounded her. The very sound of the door as Tobias let it close with a gentle thud behind him seemed to garner her attention, the lustrous golden of her gaze turning towards him as his fingers reached for the hem of his cotton shirt. With distinct ease, Tetradore peeled the thing fabric from his fit physique, his chiseled muscles all the more prominent in the gesture as his shirt was pulled over his head, only to be tossed onto the banister with little care for the collection of clothing the deck seemed to be gathering, in one way or another. His fingers paused but briefly at his waistline, the Alpha entirely aware of Mira's gaze lingering upon him. His brow rose, the far corner of his lips were pulled ever so subtly in a glimpse of a smirk reserved for his she-wolf alone. That moment, however, was fleeting before his jeans and underwear were discarded, the man stepping off the porch and into the moonlight with a hint of confidence as he rolled his neck in preparation of the shift to come.

There was a distinct difference to that shift beneath the full moon. Though it in itself came strikingly easy to Tetradore, his caramel flesh giving way was a feline grace to the short obsidian fur of his inner jaguar, it was something more then that. As Alpha, it seemed to bring out that underlying sense of authority that ran so thickly through his veins, it was a thrum of esoteric connection that made them pack, with him at their head. His mouth parted, those sharpened canines flashing in the low light as Tetradore stretched out his powerful frame. The striking emerald of his gaze seemed to gain a near otherworldly glow to it, the Were-King's simple enjoyment of his werecat skin was disrupted only by that brush of Raven's body against his own. He watched in silence as she snaked around his figure, caressing his body with her distinct scent while so stealing his own in return. It was a momentary gesture, one that Mira herself underwent as well before the question of where they intended to run seemed to dominate the conversation. The Were-King himself had already taken several steps away from the congregation, his ears swiveled attentively on top of his head, that long ebony tail flicking behind him. Tobias' interjection was hardly unexpected and yet...Tetradore had a different plan then merely lingering in the valley below.

Mira was ever quick to spring into action, the she-wolf all but faulting forward with an eagerness that could hardly be contained. Her teeth nipped near playfully at his shoulder, his head shaking entirely good naturedly at the girl as the panther lunged after her. How quickly Tetradore passed her, the Alpha taking his position at the head of their little group - one that was his to have by right. Tobias was ever quick to join him, the spotted leopard entirely belonging at his side, the felines far faster than their feminine counterparts on those sprints. Wordlessly, Tetradore left the grouper deeper into the forest and the heart of the valley, the Were-King himself well aware of the typography of the area surrounding the cabin.

Though his pace lessened as they entered the valley, Tetradore was hardly interested in the fireflies that had originally prompted Raven's suggestion of the place. Quite on the contrary, the feline was unsatisfied with that simple forest romp. He raced forward, the jaguar leaping upwards as his sharpened claws dug into the tree bark, jumping upwards and into the sturdy tree limbs above. "Tobias, come on." That declaration was hardly necessary, with the leopard at his heels and yet his baritone voice reverberated within his Beta's thoughts. He leapt with ease from branch to tree limb, the jungle cat made for those higher places with Tobias his continual shadow. Tetradore hardly hesitated, the two boys traveling further and further away from the women with each steady leap further out and upwards. In fact, it was only for that near ethereal howl that pierced through the genteel chatter of the night that prompted the panther to pause. His head tilted ever so slightly to the side, almost inquisitive if another voice would follow before his own head tilted backwards. After all, he could hardly bear the idea of Mira's celestial notes echoing alone in that sublime evening. His jaws parted, that distinctly loud roar ripping through the breathless silence to answer her call, even if it was not the notes of the she-wolf he knew Mira wished so desperately to hear.

This is my last goodbye