I'm Loosing My Soul

Pushing me to the edge of my decline

His gaze narrowed as his eyes followed his MIstress' finger towards the vampire in the crowd below. Tetradore was certain that one murdered Tiger was hardly worth his involvement and yet, Risque seemed to think otherwise. The ebony panther slowly dragged himself to his feet, his movements sluggish in a clear display of his complete disinterest in the war that surrounded him. A huff left the feline's lips as he reached for his own affinity - those shadows bursting to life around him, only to envelop the jungle cat. He reappeared below, adminst the carnage and mayhem. It hardly took the Were-King long to take stock of his surroundings, his powerful haunches quickly launched him forward as he ducked beneath the reaching arm of a youngling vampire. They, after all, proved to be of little consequence to the were-panther. They had yet to fully come into their strength. They were driven by pure bloodlust and with little control of their affinities, they were easy to dispatch...comparatively, at least. For now, he merely weaved through the battles, the blood, and the bodies within Syn's parking lot. His footfalls were swift and silent as he abruptly leapt upwards, using another youngling as a launchpad of sorts. His claws dug into clothing and flesh alike as he climbed, the feline wholly ignored the vampire's screaming as he leapt from the creature's shoulders - his trajectory targeted towards the singular man that Risque had singled out.

The vampire pivoted in place almost abruptly, his gaze quickly focusing upon the incoming feline with a furious hiss upon his lips. He launched himself upward, meeting Tetradore headon in a collision that knocked the air from the panther's lungs. Oh, how well he knew those seconds mattered, when taking on the undead. Immediately his jaws parted, the panther seeking purchase on the closest thing he could grab -- the man's shoulder. A shout left the vampire's lips as he reached over, grabbing Tetradore by the scruff only to throw the cat off, sending him flying into the air. That vampire strength, he knew, was impossible to contend with, so too was the speed and healing capabilities of the undead. The only way to come out on top when it came to their kind, was to take them by surprise. He landed with a distinct feline grace, his jaws parted as a growl echoed within the back of his throat. His saliva was quick to shift, the acid within it becoming all the more pronounced as it fell upon the ground underfoot with a distinct sizzle. He lunged forward in an all out run towards the vampire, his focus so entirely steadfast that he hardly paid heed to the deep, baritone sounds of barking that seemed to ring out above the cacophony of clashes. Rather, Tetradore teleported at nearly the last moment, the vampire caught off guard by the feline's sudden disappearance, wholly unprepared for the assault that came from behind.

He launched himself upward, his claws digging into the vampire's back as his jaws parted, his teeth finding purchase upon the vampire's neck. His saliva was quick to do its job, cutting through flesh and shinew alike. Oh how well aware he was of the vampire's sudden flailing, his hands clawing at Tetradore's sides in some effort to gain enough purchase upon the cat to tear him from his back. It was a shout above the noise, the sound of his name that drew his attention. His left? His gaze cut towards the left and yet, with the vampire's neck within the way, he could see distinctly little. Fuck. It was a blind leap of faith that caused the panther to release his hold, his feet crouched beneath him as he sprung neatly off the vampire, using the undead man's distinct sturdiness to jump to what he could only hope was some measure of safety. What he hardly expected, however, was to be met with a blur of white and snapping jaws, the dog colliding into him the very moment his feet touched the ground. Those jaws snapped at him, the canine's strength quick to push him underfoot and yet, Tetradore was uninclined to go easily. His own sharpened claws flailed at the wild canine, attempting to find something to grab onto as his jaws hissed and spat and attempted to evade each onslaught of teeth and saliva.

Suddenly, the creature was lifted completely off of him, it's paws near flailing in the air as it snapped it's teeth at Tetradore's unexpected savior. The cat was quick to pull himself to his feet, only to eye Darcy with clear surprise. The Southern cowboy was the very last person he expected to make any effort to save him. The sound of barking to his left caused the panther to glance over his shoulder, just in time for this dog to be lifted from the ground with the same efficiency by one of Risque's favored servants. Another group of were-felines rushed past him, attempting to take on those dreadlocked dogs without vampire aid. For a moment, his gaze scanned the war, only to spy the very vampire he had previously been attempting to disperse. The undead creature had grabbed onto one of Risque's tigers, his teeth buried into the were-cat's neck in an attempt to drain it of it's blood and, consequently, heal from the gaping wound Tetradore had left within its neck. A breath left his lips as the panther picked up that running lope once again. At the very least, he supposed, he should finish what he started, especially with Darcy behind him dealing with the dog that had tried to attack him. He jumped upward, climbing up the vampire with the same ease with which he had done before, the creature near immediately dropped the Tiger, quite at the same moment that Tetradore's parted jaws buried themselves into the opposite side of the vampire's neck. His saliva once again sprung to life, the acid eating through the creature's neck with relative ease as his claws dug firmly into the vampire's back. Oh, how the creature flailed! His screams seemed to echo loudly in the panther's ears, at least until his saliva cut those vocal cords, leaving little but gasping air to fall from the vampire's mouth. Slowly, sluggishly, the creature fell to his knees as he grasped wildly at Tetradore's head, pulling with what might he had in a vain effort to spare his own life. The feline was unwilling to let go, however, the cat repositioning himself out of those grabbing hands as best as he could, all the while ensuring his saliva continued it's dutiful work until, slowly, with a thud, the vampire fell upon the concrete. It's head was severed from his body, any hope of healing all but gone as Tetradore's saliva continued to sizzle at those few remaining ligaments that kept the two pieces of the vampire attached.

Tetradore had only just stood to his feet when a sudden sharp and abrupt power pulled at him, sending the feline sprinting forward in the direction of his Mistress. He managed little more than a yard, however, before that all encompassing command suddenly...evaporated. His paws slowed as a hint of confusion crossed his usually stoic features. Her power was somehow...gone. Had she died? In the midst of the battle? Had something finally bested her? That was....impossible...wasn't it? Another vampire ran past him, Ian's familiar form momentarily ensnared Tetradore's attention as he glanced behind him, watching the furious conversation Ian had with Darcy. It hardly took but a moment before Darcy was off - sprinting with a vampire speed in what he could only presume was the direction Risque was in. Hm...perhaps it might be worthwhile seeing what trouble his mistress had gotten herself into. He trailed after Darcy's all out bolting, utilizing his affinity to teleportation as much as he could to keep the vampire in his field a vision - a task that was much more difficult with the mass of bodies and all out war surrounding him. Eventually though, he trailed Darcy towards what seemed like...a large...dome of sorts - his Mistress' figure only barely visible through the other side. So that was where she was....how...curious. Her enemy had somehow managed to capture her, leaving none but Darcy to rescue her...how...inconvenient it might be if Darcy was unable to complete that task. It was a gamble, of course, but if it finally gave Tetradore his freedom...was it not worth it? His jaws parted, his saliva beginning to sizzle all over again as the were-panther began to stalk through the shadows, ignoring the tigers that fought around the dome just as he too ignored every witch and warlock that managed to keep his Mistress ensnared. All that mattered to him was Darcy - the vampire already making a move against the first spellcaster who was, fortunately, accompanied with a vampire protector. It was that very soul he counted on keeping Darcy distracted as he leapt forward, tackling the vampire from behind as his teeth dug into Darcy's neck all over again as his claws gained an almost unnatural sharpness, near shredding the vampire's clothing and flesh in the process - his newest affinity, the one he'd kept any others from knowing, so finally coming into use.

The King of the Damned