He knew, innately, that his beseeching would surely fall upon deaf ears. How many had he witness over the years in that same position - settled on their knees at her feet begging for their life, for her mercy, for her benevolence. He'd seen that wicked pleasure she took from those frantic words, only to usher them even further to their fate each and every time. It was desperation only, perhaps, that caused Tetradore to even consider that she might so deviate from the norm. His lips pressed together firmly as her frigid gaze so met his own, her soprano lyrics merely a whisper and yet they so clutched at the man's heart if only for the promise that Tobias would inevitably suffer for his own rebellion. He swallowed at the mere sight of that malicious simper that so toyed at the very corners of her painted lips, the woman far too pleased with herself for his own comfort and yet, he saw so few ways he might so escape the depths of that dark, poignant hell. He would find no allies in that bar, the man unlikely to get far in some foolish attempt to run. Murder of his mistress, while undeniably delightful, was perhaps just as unlikely. No. There was exactly one avenue available to him and yet even he found himself questioning his own capabilities. His body was already at its very limits, that pain so coursing through him at every shuddering breath. His skin was still scorched from that silver wall - his superior healing so slowed when the Alpha was already so dreadfully weak from that blood loss he had been still recuperating from. His caramel skin was coated with a light sheen of sweat and yet, surely, it was merely a matter of will, wasn't it?

A soft trembled breath left his lips, the man simply ignoring that ache within his chest as he so tried to focus upon those very shadows that dwelled in those dark deep corners of the room. Tetradore was inattentive, in that singular moment, to the rush of power that so expertly embraced the fallen form of his beloved spotted leopard - at least, until it was too late. It was the feline's scream that so immediately disrupted his concentration, his emerald eyes widened in disbelief as Tetradore so quickly rushed to his friend's side, practically sliding onto his knees at the boy's face as he so battled with that chomping leopard to stop eating his own tongue. The cat's teeth so dug into his forearm and yet, Tetradore was more than willing to bear the tearing of those sharpened canines so digging into his arm as he held that very tongue in place, desperate to see that were-healing takeover and piece together the body of his best friend. His gaze shifted only at the musical sound of Risque's own laughter, his mistress so surely reveling within that scene before her as Tetradore winced from Tobias' jaws that clamped down so tightly in a desperate bid to sever those few remaining pieces of muscle. His teeth ground ever so slightly, the Were-King merely grunting and yet, he remained otherwise silent, altogether aware of that poised slithering of that vampiric woman.

Her fingers reached out for him, running through his curly locks and yet, that almost tender touch was one he was content to simply ignore. Rather, it was that caress of her power that so brought back that panic that so threatened to drown him. If she so ensnared him, if she turned him, he would be futile to stop the woman's malignant whims. He so purposefully turned his own attention back to his affinity, or at least, he so attempted to, the man wholly unprepared for that vertible assault of Risque's power that so vehemently slammed into him, leaving Tetradore near gasping for breath. He had never felt it quite like that before - the way she so filled every part of his being. He could feel her in his body, just as he could feel her whispering breath within his mind, in his powers, and for one frightfully awful second, he could almost feel her reaching for those metaphysical connections that so bound him to his pack before he so cut himself off to them entirely. And then, just as quickly as she was everywhere, was she so suddenly gone. It was that very calm before the storm - and they both knew it. She was giving him one last chance to work a miracle when Tetradore was scarcely certain he could even make it out of Synster alive. He all but ignored her as she placed one poised fingertip upon her plush lips, her threat equally disregarded as Tetradore forced himself to focus in spite of all those feelings that so assaulted him. Even he could see that flicker of of his shadows, their comforting embrace all but sluggish as they moved across the room towards him and the leopard he so valiantly tried to save. Just a little bit further. Just a bit faster. Silently he so encouraged them with every ounce of power the Alpha had left and yet...it was not enough.

Oh, how her voice so filled him with dread, that singular 'no' so informed him she knew well of the magic he so strove to work and yet, Tetradore hardly had even a moment to react before her own gift for control so crashed into him, tearing that feline from his skin. His body began to give into that shift, his rib cage cracking and shattering in a manner it certainly shouldn't. Those broken ribs so tore at the delicate flesh of his lungs, piercing organs as his body contorted. The agony of it all brought a rarely heard scream to his lips but even those human vocal cords hardly lasted long before they too twisted and contracted as he shifted from man to ebony beast. For a perilous moment, the ebony panther merely stood before his best friend, the indentations of Tobias' teeth within his right forearm, his ribs aching all over again and each breath somehow more agonizing than it was before. He was hardly given a chance to cope with that very pain that so afflicted him before her control so dug into him, taking away his power over his own sleek physic. How aware he was of her within his every poised muscle and yet, that resistance was but weak in the onslaught of her power. He was hardly prepared for that command to eat Tobias heart and yet, any cry of defiance he might have issued was so cut off short as his figure moved of its own accord. He was but a marionette upon her strings and she was so keen to watch him bring about the destruction of one of the few souls he cherished above all else.

Tetradore was so desperately attuned to the weak drum of Tobias' heart, beating in time with each click of silver stiletto heel upon the floor beneath him. Silently he so urged Tobias to get up - to run and yet, that leopard remained all but still as his own nose so pressed into the spotted cat's body, tossing the feline just enough to give him access to that tender underbelly. He could feel those deadly claws unsheath, just as he was aware of his talons so digging into the boy's flesh, slicing fur and skin to peel it away for the tendons that lay beneath. Tobias' blood so quickly coated his paws and yet, still, he dug, slashing through muscle till he found the boy's rib cage. He could feel Tobias body beneath his hands - how he quivered in those feeble moments, aware of that pain that beset him and yet too weak to do anything other than take it. Not that Tobias would have ever fought him to begin with. His dear, sweet Tobias. How misunderstood the boy was but, it hadn't mattered. For all those years they had together - it had never mattered to him. He had been Tetradore's friend in those young years when the boy was often regarded with weary amongst his own family for that position he was destined to fulfill. He had been a presence Tetradore had come to rely upon and when Tobias had found him again, that loyalty had been so steadfast across decades that it had caught the Alpha off guard. Tobias had walked through hell at his side when no one else would and now - he suffered for his unwavering commitment.

His maw lowered, his own jaw strong enough to bite through the bones of Tobias' rib cage, the shock of it nearly too much for the poor leopard as his heart nearly fluttered weakly. The very sound so echoing within Tetradore's ears, that singular sound alone one he so focused on as his body moved without his consent. How desperately he so tried to fight her in those last moments and yet the result was little more than a singular vague hesitation before his jaws encircled the leopard's heart, his teeth already snapping the delicate arteries that so kept his best friend alive. That singular final movement was near violent as the Jaguar pulled that slowly beating heart from the leopard's chest cavity and in that singular moment, all fight within the man near dissipated - he gave into her affinity, relinquishing all control to her as his jaws snapped and tore at that muscle in his mouth, biting off chunks that were chewed and swallowed in a near ravenous manner. How utterly awful that meat tasted, his stomach churning dangerously at the very knowledge of what he consumed and yet, how utterly sick and disgusted he felt hardly mattered as he ate piece after piece. It was only after that heart was consumed that he so turned towards the cat's tail, his jaws making quick work of the bone fur there till it to was snapped off within his mouth - his best friend's all but defiled beneath his handiwork.

His haunted emerald eyes never quite seemed to leave the leopard's still figure as he so moved beneath the sway of his mistress' control - at least until Tobias was no longer within his view. Slowly, the panther settled at her feet, presenting her with that very tail in that way she so desired of him. It was only once Tetradore was positioned at her feet that her affinity so seemed to recoil, leaving the man in control of his body all over again and yet, that feline was incapable of expressing the very weight of that sorrow that eclipsed his very soul. His emerald irises near stared lifelessly at the floor in front of him, the man inattentive, or perhaps simply uncaring of the simper upon her lips. She reached forward and, admittedly, Tetradore was eager to relinquish that tail to her, hardly wanting anything to do with the dismemberment of his childhood friend. His ears laced back upon his head as her sickeningly sweet voice so gloated, the woman near akin to wearing that tail as if it was a mere scarf. His gaze was forced upwards towards the icicle blue of her own irises and yet, anything she saw within the depths of his eyes hardly seemed to prompt any sort of remorse within her. Quite on the contrary, she merely leaned forward to bump her nose against his in a decidedly jovial manner and yet, the panther was near as still as a statue, hardly even bothering to bare those fangs that could so rip through her slender neck. After all, what did it matter now? What did any of it matter.

He could hardly help the way he so flinched beneath the weight of her pale, slender hands, her voice near musical within his ear as she pressed her cheek against his face, smearing that blood that so coated his ebony fur against her pristine flesh. How he so wanted to recoil from that touch and yet, her grip upon him was far too resolute as her lips were brought up towards his ear. The warm breath caused him to twitch and yet, that wicked whisper merely caused his large head to shift away from her ever so slightly. After all, what little was there left for him? His pack would survive without his guidance, just as they had before him, not that they would ever forgive him. Even that fae Frenchman he so had come to rely upon truly needed him - with his own son freed, surely he too would forget that once fiesty panther to the depths of that neverending hell. Tobias had somehow come to represent everything to him -- and now all of it was gone. Those dismal thoughts were interrupted only by the clink of that glass placed upon the ground in front of him, her command near resonating within his ears and yet, in this, he hardly hesitated. Maybe, if his own claws dug deep enough, if he slashed enough of those veins, he too might be granted a blissful reprieve with his childhood companion - if that necklace upon his neck so allowed it. Those claws of his injured arm were quickly unsheathed, digging and slicing at his own flesh of his opposite arm. The very weight of his body upon it so encouraging that blood to flow as he hacked away at his own flesh, only to lift that now fiercely bleeding forearm over her crystalline glass. Tetradore watched with but vague indifference as that blood flowed down his arm, pooling slowly within that cup. He could already feel that lightheadedness afflicting his frame all over again, the Were so strikingly used to those sensations that so accompanied such bloodloss and yet, it only encouraged him to so flex that very paw, to force that very life force to so leave his veins all the faster. How he would have so welcomed that cold embrace of death. If only.