It was exactly fifteen days until the next full moon. He knew it innately, counting down the days that were always robbed of him. He should have been used to it by now, he should have just accepted the feline figure he was so often restricted to but nature was so often hard to ignore. Syn was his home as much as it was his prison. It was all he'd known for as long as he could remember. This life of indentured servitude was his alone to bare and tonight he was past the point of fighting it. On other nights, when the moon called to him and his vampire mistresses pushed him too far, he'd dared to venture past these dark walls, knowing the consequences that it held, knowing he'd be dragged back here by Risque's impenetrable will. There was a soundless yawn from the panther's jaws, his teeth gleaming momentarily within the flashing lights of the dance club. Although the beat of some courageous d.j. poured through his soul, the music and the swaying throng no longer touched him. He'd been in her club for far too long to enjoy it, the veil had been peeled from his gaze and the creature knew too much of what when on behind those closed corridors.



He knew Risque was about, where ever she might momentarily be hiding. Tetradore suspected there was some newfound toy momentarily capturing her attention, though it would hardly last her long before she broke that too. She'd find him when she wanted him, if she wanted him, and he'd long since given up trying to hide from her. The two had been unwilling bound together far long enough that the panther knew of her demented ways - to some extent. Never the less, he hardly desired to wait around listlessly upon her ebony sofas, his muscular figure sprawled out upon the plush velvet. It was the lethargy that drove him past the point of sanity and sometimes he expected that she put him through such monotony for that very reason. Slowly he peeled himself from the couch, his lanky figure stretching as his paws found their footing. His every motion was fluid, his intelligent emerald gaze only briefly glancing past the fearful looks he was given as he made his way towards the far back of the building into areas the public never ventured.



Finding the stairs upwards was easy enough, it was a trip he often took just for the genteel touch of the wavering zephyr. The wind was the only nature he was often awarded and though he longed to feel the grass beneath his feet, Tetradore often accepted the victories he was capable of achieving. A bit of pressure from his shoulder was all that was required to open the back door, taking the familiar route upwards towards the roof of the building. He could feel her magic waning, the pressure upon the back of his mind lifting momentarily. Whomever Risque had decided to feast upon tonight certainly seemed to been keeping a majority of her attention enough to slip her constant control upon him. He hardly felt pity for the individual, knowing well that her prey would hardly last long within the grasp of the deranged woman.



However, he had every intent to take advantage of this little event, letting that fur fall from his hide with a small groan of pain. Despite the years he'd spent as a were, shifting still sometimes could bring agony to his figure if only because of how rarely it occurred for him. There was a pant on his lips and a sheen to his well toned, copper skin by the time that panther had faded but it only made the touch of the cool spring air even better as he stepped out onto the roof. He maundered towards the edge, caring little for his naked flesh as he settled on the brink of Syn's roof, his legs dangling off. After all, he'd only get an hour at best before he was cast back into his feline figure and he fully intended to enjoy it beneath the soft, ethereal glow of the moonlight.