Normally, her office was lined with her pets, shelves that once harboured lazy large felines were now bare, save for the one now warming her feet and now Tetradore in his human form before her. Truly, she could appreciate him in either form. There was no need for the thick silver and titanium chains that dangled lifelessly about the room, more for show and perhaps other uses. The vampire's power over them made those chains almost redundant. A representation of the chains she had on all her cats under her control.

But there was one soul in particular, the man who stood before her now, the man with the iron will stronger than any other feline she had ever possessed. It pleased her to see him surrounded by her hellish backdrop, a silent ominous threat looming over the were-king's head. Even though she had him as a young petite panther, even though she trained him at such an impressionable and vulnerable age he seemed to thrive in her chaos. He was a special brand of that could hold up even against the harshest treatments. It was remarkable, really, even with that deep rooted control over him and still possessed that fight. It amused the feline queen to no avail and for that reason and a long line of others that were far more fickle in its murky haze, reasons known only to her that she could never just let him go. He was her strongest asset and a challenge that entertained her, and not to mention his power, even he didn't realize the power that flowed through him. He reigned supreme of all her possessions easily, her favorite within her impressive menagerie of beasts.

As her gaze watches him, she could practically feel that dread and defiance seemed to pour out of him. She seemed caress that line between them that tethered him to her, an ancient bond that would link him until death and perhaps even beyond.

He had smelled rich of scents, including other felines and were creatures saturated his clothes, his skin. Her plan had worked as it should, he was a man with something to lose. He seemed so different now, so changed, so comfortable in his own skin and yet so... soft. He had gotten comfortable from a life without her, his face dare not twitch as it remained as stoic as she had trained him, but there were cracks showing, allowing her to peak in and see, truly see. Surely, he had become the alpha that he was because of her, after all, no matter what he did, no matter how far away he was from her, she might as well was apart of him. Haunting his dreams, influencing his every action indirectly and directly. Were they fully his at all? Or were they partially forged from the cruel vampire's control. Regardless, no matter how much he hated her, no matter how much she made his skin crawl, she had made him what he was.

He stood before her, strong and ruthless, an impressive specimen. She devoured him with her pale eyes as she spoke, those eyes that could peel back layer of skin, sinew, muscle and bone. In those tense silent moments, the weight of her gaze never slipped from him. He swallowed, the notion hardly unnoticed, she could hear every amplified sound. His heart beat and the way that his blood flowed through that jugular vein. How the warmth of his body might have felt like fire in comparison to that coldness and death she was forged from. Not a word dare to escape him as though he were frozen in fear. But she knew better, she knew the kitty cat beneath those layers of human flesh, knew his wild spirit that no doubt clawed inside of him that wanted to revolt.

It wasn't the exact greeting she was anticipating, it was a pity really. She would have preferred him on his knees, head bowed and neck bare, worshiping the very ground she stepped upon. But that one word that escaped him, despite it being the bare minimum, uttered his defeat and yet it would do for now. After all, she had only just gotten started.

"Mon chat, that wasn't too hard, was it? Next time I anticipate... more. Come closer. There is no need to cower at the furthest part of the room like a mouse." The tone in her voice was nothing short of mysterious and yet so very precarious as a blade. He shouldn't get too comfortable in that one spot with his feet merged with the ground, the night of festivities had only begun. Could he not feel it that lure of lethal promise? Welcoming him closer to his already sealed fate. She knew that this night would not end without blood being spilt.

She was like a tiger laying in wait, dangerous and unpredictable but ready to pounce.

That feline gaze grew void of emotion. "Do you know what it feels like to be burnt alive?" She asked almost nonchalantly as though talking of innocent things, like the weather. "Because that is what the sun does to a vampire's skin.. Which you already know, because that's what you did.. or thought you did to me after Isolt staked me. Correct me if I am wrong." Children. Her eyes narrow, those multifaceted, striking pale blue eyes seem peer right through his vacant emerald stare she wished to rattle.

"Now... I wonder who should pay for your sins.." She stood up suddenly, causing the calm, sleeping panther at her feet to jump. She stalked towards him, shattering any type of personal space in an instant. She drew closer, sniffing at his shirt. "I smell many scents on you.. Perhaps we could start with one of them? I am open for suggestions.." She really wasn't, but it was all about the illusion of free will that made this so nasty. Was it not? "Is that Tobias I smell on you?" She knew that name would shatter that very resolve of her little pet, get his blood boiling.

Risque

just face the moon and put your death mask on