Those illusionary flames dance before her as her power sprawled out amongst the forest like a blanket, there was something almost hungry about it as it devoured the space around her. That fire remained unbiased and thorough, as the forest appeared blanketed in greedy destructive tendrils. It was a pity her lover could hardly see the masterpiece of her work, the detail she created at but a whim, using Tetradore's memories to make it all the more... real. At the very least, he could feel that power as it radiated impressively from her like the power from the sun itself. It felt intoxicating to her, like finally stretching out her limbs after being stagnant for far too long. That hunt fueling her all the more.. It was as delectable as the Tetradore's potent fear that leaked from him, the alluring adrenaline appealing to the predator as much as the blood that so teased her senses, toying with that hunger. Her power also craving that potent blood that flowed through her pets veins. It sang, so sweetly to that inner huntresss, driving her now. A terrifying force to anyone that stood in her way. It was almost distracting to have to explain that scene to Darcy then, not having him live within it. How does one describe a masterpiece? How frustrating it was she could not consume him in that same wicked thrall and yet at the same time... it was equally fortunate for him.

However, it hardly deterred that smile upon his features at the recollection of that memory seemed to bring forth. His mind sharper than most, surely he could recall that carnage, terror filled screams, and smells from that night as they danced around him. She had known her lover enjoyed that night, relished in the carnage she had created and yet to this night he still knew the full truth of that night, the reason behind the assault of Tetradore's family pack. That claiming of a blood debt that had been owed to her that had been denied along with those withheld payments that stopped coming in...their fate's destined all the same. To think they could get out of that very deal was terribly naïve, to think they could hide from her was so terribly foolish. Never would she make that mistake once more. They had slaughtered, every last being... or so she thought, leaving barely enough alive to even matter. But then there was Tetradore himself. Young, impressionable... a blank canvas for her to shape like putty beneath her torturous but skilled hands. She remembered that moment with pristine clarity, that moment where she decided to keep him rather than slaughter him with the rest of his traitorous blood.

There was always more to that story, a story it would seem clouded in obscurity, a tale only she knew. Not even Tetradore was fully aware that his life had never been his own to keep from the very start, from the actions of his parents and the family before him. Her chosen cryptic words seemed to expose just a little bit of that concealed complicated tale. Tetradore was payment... the slaughter of his little home and family... was punishment and perhaps even now, Tetradore still payed for sins he wasn't even aware of. "I recall them not suffering enough.." There was an iciness to her tone, that resentment still clinging to her even after all those years. The scent of Tetradore's rose, she swore she could hear that heartbeat over the commotion she created. Her gaze broke away from Darcy's own as the darkening eyes of jealousy began to surface from him. It was like a creature raising its ugly head that Risque missed entirely, or simply allowed to fester for some twisted amusement of her own making, it was impossible to tell in the cusp of that moment. Yet, he was too smart to let it truly show, to keep that slithering presence buried deep. It was almost a pity she wasn't more attentive, lost to the thrall of her own intoxicating power and the culmination of that hunt quickly approaching. How she enjoyed toying with the emotions of others, not even her lover had been safe from her cruelty and that sadistic enjoyment she got in testing it. Even at it rotted at him like an all-consuming disease, much like that illusionary fire that all but swallowed Tetradore and that treehouse whole. She could see beyond her illusions and Darcy spared by any of it.. left with nothing but the sight of a tortured panther.

She appeared through that clearing she created, just as the violent, painful memories flowed through Tetradore like a stream of corrosive acid, biting and claiming until there was nothing left. How she enjoyed this game.. her prey and prize waiting for the taking. Part of her wanted to take her time, to watch the beast suffer as he was forced to relive that moment and yet... Risque had been patient enough. She could no longer ignore her trapped little feline pet any longer.

That scene couldn't be painted any more perfectly. Tetradore looking like a cowering cornered beast amidst her torment. The racing frenzy of his heart beat responding to that fear she easily plucked from him. She moves with that liquid grace, even upon the uneven malleable ground the she-devil walked upon, her heeled boot seemed to navigate over the tangled rubble with ease. Those words, strategically placed, nothing more than a seed planted within his mind. Knowledge her little were king had been denied of his own history and she alone deprived him of it. It was impossible if it was her words, or more likely her ominous presence that caused him to take that step back once more, retreating into the muck she hardly focused upon. If only she had been a little more in tune to her environment, the muddied surface where her feline at run off to wouldn't have been such a problem. All she could focus on was her prize... in the form of that glinting jewelry and her fearful pet.

His alpha blood peppering the air from that previous wound Darcy had inflicted.. her eyes bleeding to that pale hypnotic glow, before in a flash she moved toward him. How quick she was to seize her shadow hued pet, giving him no time to react. Her heeled boots all but sullied in the mud beneath him, a thick, slimy mess. Disgusting. Those pristine boots were entirely coated, how unaware her filthy pet was coated in it too! He was all but scruffed and brought closer to her. His flailing limbs nothing short of a hazard. Not only did they spatter mud upon her dress but, those claws snagged at the expensive fabric of her dress.. an unholy sound of ripping fabric exposing the skin of her stomach caused a hiss from her lips, a venomous rumble of her rage radiating from her. That nail just scraping across her once pristine skin, just a small scratch that would heal with that blood, but that dress was all but destroyed. "Arrêtez.." she chastised viciously as a rapid dagger slicing across flesh. It perhaps made her actions in that moment, all the more harsh as she pulled the panther king into her, using that superior strength to pin him to her while relishing in the luxurious warmth of his body. How she could have curled into it.. stolen all of it into herself and she desired to... at least until that warmth became hers. How unaware she was at her seething lover concealed from view behind her, all she could focus upon was that lure of that heartbeat. She squeezed him tighter in retaliation, nothing sweet nor gentle in that hold that was enough to steal his breath, or perhaps hear the satisfying groaning of his very bones. In that moment, Tetradore looked like nothing more than a stuffed animal squished into an iron hold against her. Forced to submit to her. That jewelry ignored for now but hardly forgotten.... But first things first.

Pulling back her lips,, she bared her fangs before she bit relentlessly.. that preferred alpha blood filling her mouth with an unwavering, crippling grip, her teeth buried in his neck with the same lack of mercy as her hold. Her venom tainting him, consuming him, claiming him. How dare he recoil from her touch, to lash out at her. He was now hers. Even as a hiss of his own displeasure seemed satisfying enough for her, as that blood flooded her mouth. The woman entirely unaware of that damage just yet. Once she had her fill, she finally allowed a hand to reach and snatch her prize before tossing the hallucinating Tetradore like we weighed nothing across the forest floor several feet away.

Risque then summoned Darcy, her orders clear as she focused upon the glinting prize she had all but snatched from her pet. His words obedient as he did just that. Pinning Tetradore to the ground, that strength was sure to keep him in place, his blood loss most likely hardly making him much of a threat. Both of them were all but ignored as she was entirely enthralled by the shiny bracelet dangling off a singular nail, raising it up to collect that silvery glow of the moon itself. She almost gasped. It was exquisite. That piece undoubtedly expensive, and exactly her taste.. She could immediately place that it was Cartier, the signature feline she could place from anywhere... not to mention the quality in the craftsmanship.. it was no surprise that she already have obtained several pieces from the panthere line the moment of its release. Perhaps Cartier's best customer.. But this.. this piece was in a league of its own. She thought she had seen every single piece from the collection... but clearly not this one. The feline emblazoned with precious gems.

How unaware she was of Darcy stealing but a taste of her feline, as much as she was unaware of her muddled outfit and ripped fabric. The high of that blood sang in her veins, enough to ignore a faint sting of the scratch upon her stomach. Risque entirely consumed with that bracelet. That key only met with a curiosity, allowing her fingers to brush over the metal. What did it belong to? She was almost impatient to find out what... but first, she wanted that bracelet on her wrist. She wanted to admire it against her flesh. It was almost a pity to be out here amongst the muck.

A growl uttered from her precious pet, caused Risque's attention to snap toward the duo. Just in time to catch Darcy move away like he had been caught in the act. Her slicing eyes peer down to her pet to her cowboy once more. Suspicion was clear, but there was no evidence of foul play... If only he were a little closer to taste the blood upon his lips. It was then the vampire spoke, a smile playing upon his lips. Guilty in every way and yet... his words were but a rouse to distract her from what she saw.. did he dare take a taste of her pet without permission. Did he forget that... Tetradore was hers unless she decided it so. That faux pas, shot out in her glare. "You wouldn't be stealing a taste from my.... Prey.. would you Darcy? Non, surely you wouldn't.." Suspicion laced within her words, her pale eyes never leaving Darcy then, that moment pregnant with sudden tension. She shifted to face Darcy then, exposing the damage of her outfit and the scratch that had begun to heal quickly... one she was hardly aware of yet herself. She toyed with that bracelet and key within her slender fingers as if considering her options.. her unpredictable nature ever apparent. At that, she moves forward, each step purposeful toward her lover and that defeated form of Tetradore. "You always know what I like.." She spoke smoothly, those words a purr, that slight one sided curl of her lips gave way... apparently pleased won out over suspicion. Her gaze slid down toward her pet as if looking for visual evidence of foul play, finding none.
"Rise.." She commanded, expecting Tetradore to obey that command even if those limbs rejected the idea, those feline powers injected within that singular demanded.. that command for him to appear at her side like a loyal pet.
"I want it on" she then uttered, wanting to marvel how it looked on her wrist.. She reached out for Darcy to take that bracelet and do just that.
She waited so long as for him to do that, almost impatient for just that.. that is when she saw it... that red blood upon the corner of his mouth. No.. that couldn't be..
She so suddenly seized his wrist, drawing him near as if she were going to kiss him. Her lips hover over his, inhaling, her tongue slipping from her lips to steal that taste, that only confirmed her own suspicion. She had caught him with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar. That hiss peeled from her at once, how dare he steal that blood. That cutting glare rising to his own in clear displeasure. "You stole what was not yours to take.." She was just about to take action when she caught the glimpse of her torn dress and the mark that it left behind. "I should flay the both of you.." There was a slight lilt to her voice, that betrayed she intended to do just that. Men... her dress was in ruin.... She was filthy.. whose bright idea was it to not forewarn her not to dress for the occasion? Now, not only were those expensive boots caked in mud, her outfit was ruined.. Her perfectly good mood shattered in mere moments. There would be hell to pay, for this she was certain.