Oh, that very alpha blood that travelled through the labyrinth of his veins practically sang to her like the sweetest melody. They were destined to challenge one another, both of them powerful in their own right. Of course, he always possessed alpha blood, but now, it seemed different as if it had bloomed with age and time like a fine expensive wine.

He lashed out with his words, with volatile agitation clearly laced within them. Good, let him bristle. She liked him that way, wound up and angry like a wild cat. She could feel the prickle of his own energy start to flare to life, pressing against her own. There was that devil's smile, that her lips curled into. Her eyes remain hollow, vast never ending depths that could swallow a man whole. "Good." She purred, her voice lingering in the air like toxic perfume. "Then act like you have claws you know how to use.." Her words are sharp and piercing. In fact, she wanted to see it, caress it, to make sure that softness in his heart he had grown in her absence wasn't permanent.

The vampire queen called him out the attempt on her life, anger daring to rise to the surface of the cold temptress. "An attack against my kingdom, against what is mine, is an assault against me. Did you really think I would just let that stand?" She mused as her own fascination and twisted amusement by it curled within her somewhere amidst the rage that remains coiled and poised.

The blue-black haired vampire continued. "You. My pet." She spoke the word with such venom, her silver nail dug into the wood of her desk as though it were flesh.

"Dared to turn against me and I will not let that simply go." There was the certain promise to make him suffer. But she just wasn't entirely sure when it would ever be deemed even simply based upon her own selfishness. She knew there were copious ways to make him bleed, to make the alpha suffer. Each pack member, each person in his life was leverage, a beckoning soft spot to ensure that. She let her threat steep within those boiling waters of him, just to see how he would react to it, to see those hardened emerald eyes shift into what he could not control.

With that preternatural quickness, the feline queen rose to her feet, the panther that lingered lazily at her feet shifted in surprise. The large cat stood up and lazily moved from out of her resting space, lingering close to the vampire as she always tended to. She shattered the distance between them now, with that iconic liquid, alluring grace. She could smell that delicious blood just beneath the surface.
So many scents clung to Tetradore, so many options. But old habits died hard with Tetradore and he was certainly a man of sentiment. It made him so terribly predictable. That was why she was able to know just where he would run too after he found out that his vampire mistress was indeed, back and not sun-kissed ash. Isolt and Tobias were the first beings that had come to mind, but by now there had to be more. In fact, she could wager on it.

That mere mention of Tobias sent his vibrant emerald eyes elsewhere. Was that his heartbeat racing just as little faster that before? She had struck a nerve within her precious alpha cat, all she had to do was strike at his heart to make him bleed. She could remember the good days when Tetradore was bound by her side, the ruthless mayhem they had caused, striking fear in the hearts of many. How many enemies they had slaughtered and all they had accomplished, once upon a time. After all, he had certainly benefited from it, she trained him well. He was able to create a pack and hold it down without losing his empire to the next. She had shaped him well, had forged him into a king. But he was still hers. He was a warrior, her best one and seeing his form now, imposing to all but her she wished to harness that power. He may not have been a mouse but she had him right where she wanted him, pinned beneath her own claws.

Maybe she should just slaughter all that was close to him so she could have that again.

Her eyes almost seemed hungry at that very moment. She encircles him like she would prey and what delicious a morsel he was. How easy it would be to call to his cat to simply just take all that she wanted and leave nothing in return. His feeble attempt to garner her attention toward him and him alone was noted. What would he do to save the ones he loved.

"Be my obedient cat, do my will. Instill fear in our enemies. Be my warrior without trying to fight me at every turn. I will consider not coming after what is yours, mon chat. Keep them safe from me and perhaps they will never have to know what it is to know me." That siren voice spoke so assuring and there that familiar threat still lingered within those words. Yet why would she make a deal? When she could just have it all. After all, his life was hers from the very start. Blood pacts were not intended to be broken. "You were mine from the start Tetradore, there is no use trying to fight this." That ominous little tidbit holding more information than it seemed.

"But... you must give me one. One being to suffer for your sins, that must never leave. Someone of yours, a worthy living sacrifice." She stated with that matter of fact tone.

The silent panther with violet eyes seemed to brush against him, leaving her scent on what was thought to be part of what was her masters. A deep rumbling purr without a care in the world escaped that feline. Expectant eyes peer up at the emerald eyed man known as Tetradore, a legend amongst all of Risque's felines.

Did he really have a choice? Or was the illusion of one that made it so enticing? Yet it remained there, all the same, she watched him with that honed precision, those hungry eyes probing and anticipatory.

Risque

just face the moon and put your death mask on