it's over, i'm through

I saw you standing there and I knew I'm done for

It baffled him really, the skills that Malia had picked up watching late night television. Frost home was so...quaint in comparison to the very vastness of the Ark. That suggestion of watching his door at night prompted an almost blank look upon the Were-King's features before he uttered simply. "My door is never locked at night, anyways." Too many souls came and went through the Ark for such precious isolation. On his first attempt to lock his bedroom door, Tobias had scratched deep grooves into the mahogany in his efforts to get inside. Then, for a bit, Regan had needed him to chase off those nightmares that had so often afflicted her. His pack had always been his priority, such a commodity as locked doors were quite the impossibility for the Were-King. He was, however, entirely impressed with Malia's ability as the door slid open but a moment's later. He was hardly prepared for the woman's makeshift plan to sidetrack the dog and yet, soon enough, they were safe within the house unperturbed with the canine outside.

Tetradore led her up the stairs towards the painting, stopping the young woman from touching the frame if only for those more secretive methods to thwart any would-be thieves. It was lucky he had made the attempt more than once. That idea that the paint that had stained his hands might be a masterpiece prompted a snort from the Were-King, the man assured he had been anything but a masterpiece. He watched as she lifted the painting with the blanket, angling it upwards to allow him the space to duck beneath it. It hardly took him long to disintegrate the protective clamps that held the painting to the wall, only to inform her it was safe to lift some time later. Just as they were about to head down the stairs, a sleepy voice echoed through the hallway, causing Tetradore to pause quite abruptly. He was hardly prepared for Malia to tug him into the nearest hall closet, the painting almost taking up the entirety of the space and yet, it seemed the man was less than willing to go back to bed without his trusty companion at his side.

A small frown crossed Tetradore's features as he considered, once again, how easily this problem would be solved with their shared affinity. he hardly expected Malia's sudden announcement to escape without him, her own affinities rushing to her aid as her appearance shifted and transformed to that of the dog they had released into the yard. That power caught Tetradore off guard and yet he said nothing of it as she moved further down the hallway. After all, the man was certain that she would be safe with the half-asleep man. Instead, Tetradore maneuvered with distinct care down towards the stairs and through the lower half of the mansion, returning towards the kitchen where they started with the large painting in hand. He glanced outside the window, contemplating how he intended to get past the dog with the large painting without utilizing that skill he had unintentionally come to rely on. A soft sigh left his lips until the sound of feet drew his gaze towards the door. A small glimpse of surprise crossed his features as the petite form of Malia stepped into the kitchen with a giggle on her lips.

A soft sigh left his lips at words and yet, Tetradore said little as the woman took the initiative, opening the door just in time for the dog to come racing through, sliding on the tile with his leg's sprawled out. "I'm not sure that was stealthy." The Were-King commented as Malia pulled him out the door and shut it on the rather loud dog. At the very least, he supposed it was nice to see Malia enjoying herself, even if he was certain their escape would hardly go as well as she anticipated with the racket they had left in their wake. The sound of voices behind them caused his lips to press together in a small show of discontent. This was what he had been trying to avoid. They had only just reached the fence when an audible click drew the weight of his gaze. "Shit." He muttered and yet, in the wake of true danger, he was hardly as concerned about the painting as he was Malia herself. Tetradore thrust the painting into her hands, the Alpha within him altogether rising with the presence of those protective needs. He hardly gave Malia time to argue within him before the man lifted her by her waist, quite near shoving the woman up the fence in some effort to get her out of harm's way as quickly as he could. The bite of the dog's teeth against the jean of his pants prompted another round of cursing from his lips as he made some effort to kick the dog off of him, just as the older man with his shotgun poised came around the corner.

aiden tetradore

you bring out the worst in me