Risque was waiting impatiently for their return, how she truly despised waiting for anything. But she supposed it was the sun that slowed down their progress, but she hardly cared. It hadn't been long since she had personally seen to Tetradore's recent torment. He couldn't even hold his own head up when he was left in front of the Ark for his precious Tobias to find him, she could see the utter look of defeat within his eyes, she could practically taste it wafting off him in resilient waves. He was nothing but a strand away from death's door, she could taste it on him, even though she knew he was strong enough to survive and even if he wasn't that's what that necklace was for. This was it, she was sure of it, when he would resign his fate. She still felt entirely sated from how much alpha blood she feasted upon to a point of near delirium. Such vivacious potency within that blood she still felt it with burning potency within her own veins.

But still, he defies her, no matter how much control she hails hellfire down upon his pristine caramel flesh. Oh, how the devil woman was seething, having far too much time to simmer in her own potent anger when she had found out of Tetradore and his little sidekick's escape. Did Tetradore think there was a place he could actually run... from her? What coaxed the delusional were-king into believing sweet wishes for another life? He had no chance, not so long as she kept her hateful hooks in him, she would refuse to let him go. After all, why bestow him with that necklace? With all her little watching eyes and probing ears scattered across the entire city and beyond its distant borders, there was no way he could slip from her impossible reach. In fact, it was her dainty melanistic leopard at her heel clad feet that had eagerly reported to her first. That dainty little flower truly had her uses from time to time, considering how useless she was at everything else. How fragile and weak-willed without a mean bone in her slinky feline body. She knew there would be a time to end her, but for now, she remained close, where she could control her. She would not become a frail link in that robust chain. At least when she was not spying for her mistress, she was a certifiable foot warmer, even vampires enjoyed the feeling of a were's warmth. How loyal and sweet she was, far too fragile to her violent tendencies and yet somehow, she still remained, fearful and blindly loyal to the master of her chains.

This brings her to yet another failure, the snow leopard who was sent of her first trial mission, it would seem not everyone could make the cut. But two felines deemed useless was unsatisfactory. She had no use for any more idle trinkets to keep around and that pretty face of hers had no benefit for the vampire. How she would serve a use, and yet the little leopard just didn't know it yet. The blue-black haired woman hardly flinched when finding out about her fallen mountain lion, defective had no place in this fortress of nightmares. One eye would only lead to weakness. How she thought it would have been the mountain lion who reigned supreme above the other two. He possessed that savage look in his eye that she looked for in her cats. Alas, he was nothing if Tobias could best him.

Darcy was quick to report on each cat's performance, although he could hardly speak with that ravaged throat. It was difficult and nothing short of distracting to listen to his every word when his gaping wound upon his neck seemed to be staring at her, as though it were talking and not her loyal vampire. How fascinating she found the way Tetradore's acidic saliva had made short work of that once durable pristine skin, even still while it so desperately attempts to re-stitch together and restore what was all but ravaged. It was rare when the mistress had the opportunity to truly revel in the incredible power of that destructive acid alone, most were too dead to examine, only the gory necrotic mess that was left behind to behold. It was most likely fortunate for Darcy that Risque had other matters to attend to tonight, Tetradore at the pinnacle position for her wrath tonight. The retrieval mission was a success, but that still did not account for that sheer amount defiance and disrespect her pet had lay in his wake at her feet. After ordering Darcy the night off, to heal those battle wound, to rest and gorge himself with her finest selection of blood, he seemed happy to leave her prized cat within her presence. He placed that fleeting kiss upon her lips, in which she could taste the death and distinguishable carnage upon them, the cocktail of blood that lingered upon them. That very distinct taste of leopard, she focused on that particular flavor as recognition danced behind those calculating eyes, Tobias. A wicked slow moving smile spread across her tantalizing painted lips. Perhaps the feline was dead, or close to it by now. But it was that unknown that she could use to her advantage.

Darcy all but threw Tetradore into her office like a sacrificial offering for her pleasure, if it were not for his alpha blood and sheer resolve to withstand, he would have probably stumbled to his knees. The resounding click of that door shutting behind him was all too satisfying. A damning sound shuddering throughout the disconcertingly silent office.

It was difficult not to notice his painted bruised skin, a beautiful array of blue, yellows and purples hues, like decorating embellishments upon his chiseled torso. But he seemed to desperate to keep them from view. He didn't utter a word, not a sound escaped his defeated form.

How the very corner of her lips twitched upward, so slightly, it was almost unnoticeable. Where was her defiant feline king now? "You have been busy, my little cat." Each word dripping mordent poison from her dark crimson maw in that languid, dismissive fashion. "Tell me, what gave you the impression I would allow you to leave me now? Maybe I should have been clearer in my intentions." She inquired, patience wearing thin like gossamer cloth while moving toward her treasured panther king like she had done a million times before. How broken he seemed, with his arms crossed, pressed against his bruised, beaten form and his vibrant emerald eyes averted in such a way that had almost seemed submissive to his impending fate. He appeared practically healed from her previously inflicted wounds which was displeasing to her. Not even her kitten monarch should have healed that fast, considering what she had done to him.

"Come to me, show me your wounds, my pet." There was a sick satisfaction within her voice, that ominous glimmer glowing alight within those pale, fathomless eyes. She knew who inflicted them, the moment she lay her gaze upon them. Darcy certainly had taken some liberties to indulge in his own entertainment and she wanted to revel in it. "Against the wall." Her power snaps like a whip against sensitive flesh, a reminder that she would just make him obey her should he choose to be imprudent.

Surely, he should know by now this was a futile game, but then again, if he had not lost all common sense, he would have known to never to disobey her so resolutely. "I have something for you." A dark sensual laughter escapes her, but she is far from happy, knowing what work she would need to viciously impose upon him.

There is a bitterness within those very words and that torturous echoing sound that seems like the melodious chimes of a laugh. The room suddenly felt stagnate as the energy all but sucked up and dry, like creek touched by drought. Oh, she was certain she was going to really like this little prize. "I can tell you now, your not going to like it." Those syrupy words nearly sung in that taunting way. How much he would agonize over this one, perhaps it would be just the push he needed to fall into that helpless abyss she insistently nudged him towards.

Risque

just face the moon and put your death mask on