at my feet you'll bow to me
How the Ark, despite the silly name that it was called, although fitting for the faux sanctuary that it was. It was like Tetradore in some ways. As it stood, so proud and boastful, surveying over the western harbour and its own.. yet it was so easily sinkable as she had proven once before. A point that Risque had proven with a simple command. Oh, how well she knew it would strike him where it hurt. Even when he replaced and rebuilt it would forever serve as another reminder that even he.. the self-proclaimed king was vulnerable to her. That and she was certain she had done him a favour. That rusty hunk of trash served as one of the greatest eye sores that she had seen in a decade. It was shame that her feline didn't get it through his thick skull, didn't just finally give himself over to inevitable that he faced. Although men could be such stubborn creatures.

Even still, he within the very room they were in, he met her with his meager shrugs and emotionless words and yet it changed nothing. The feline queen still held his leash. A leash that was only as long as she permitted. Oh that had to hurt the prideful, leader. If he could be called such when it was she who held him by the scruff. He could call himself all he liked, it would never change the fact that his true title was her pet. Nothing more, nothing less. Everything else was merely noise.

Despite her undercurrent of irritation that she possessed for him, he was relatively well behaved for the night. Yet it was like she knew it was never meant to last, that misstep was so close to the surface. It was merely a matter of time, like a predator waiting for a wounded animal to make a mistake. After all, this was all for sport and some deeper purpose... especially when she could obtain whatever she wished from him, at any time. Was it all merely a game or a form of perverse training to amuse herself with? Even if it was for some greater purpose. Was that not that what pets were for? To play with and train into the beast one wanted? Yet the precarious perch he sat upon, while stationed higher than many within her orbit was weakened by layer of layer of disappointment. It was a shame he refused all that he could be and more... and yet she would always have a use. One that seemed to be ever changing in her mind, adapting and churning.

How well she knew that she set him up to fall as that command to crawl through Syn on display was made. Risque knew that order was one that his pride would not allow. Pride was built on frailty and delusion, something that could be lost and worn down with time. Humiliation, after all, was an excellent tactic when executed right. Especially when he wore his own pride like a proud child sporting a balloon tied to his wrist. The woman had no desire in severing it immediately. No, such a thing would be too simple... too painless. Quick. Much too short-sighted for her intentions for him. No, that hot air must be released slowly.

She waited expectantly after her order. Her piercing gaze focused on him as if waiting for the faintest mess up that would lead to his ruin. After all, her command was impossible for him. Yet even as she observed his struggle with it all the same, she remained nonchalant, her hand idly toying with the delicate lace of her see-through gown as she enjoyed the touch even though the silver would leave red marks only to heal. It was a shame while possessing many of the short comings of man, he didn't possess the weakness of the flesh. Surely, he was defective. A-Sexual was what they called it these days? Yet his sexual preferences didn't matter, not when he was going to ruin himself in a matter of predictable moments.

Surprisingly so, wordlessly as he typically was, he dropped slowly to his knees, the movement made he pause, that practiced mask of apathetic calm solidified despite the surprise she had felt. Did she make the task too easy? Hm.

Her gaze flit across his muscled masculine form before she felt it. That tell-tale ripple in the energy signature that she felt far too late. Even though she would not have intervened. Yet the shift had already took hold. That was not what she asked. She did not want his feline form. While that form was striking, the symbol of the perfect pet that was destined to be at her feet... it was not what she asked for. He'd failed and how she knew he would. Risque did not bother to hide that irritation he would have learned to expect. She could not have him suspecting that this was all a part of her plan. The smug bastard even sat, waiting for her to let him out like a dog wanting to go outside. To be free of her. How he had squandered any hope of that.

Yet, she allowed him his fragile hope, even the smallest threads of it just so she could obliterate before he knew it. She strode, the fabric brushed against her porcelain skin even with her sinuous movements, her hand rose to reach for the door handle in baited silence.

She hesitated, but not with indecision but purposeful vengeance. The simple chiding lash of her tongue was not all he deserved. If anything, it was just the tip of the iceberg. Especially as she called upon her affinity. Silly little feline surely would regret his choice... if not abruptly.... He would. She would see to it.

It was a thought that returned to her. Even though his feline form concealed it. Perhaps she had been too lenient to allow him to get away with wearing a mere necklace. Even though the purpose of it was... discreet. He did not deserve it nor did he earn it. Pets did not wear necklaces... they wore collars. If only he had given her what she had asked, it wouldn't have been deemed necessary. However, Tetradore made his own bed, she merely made the transition to it that much easier.

Risque wasted no more time in holding back. Her powers crashed into him with violent, unrelenting force. Just a taste of what she could command from him. How she wanted to drown him in it until it stole the remaining breath from his lungs. Yet that was not her intended punishment. She wanted to punish the man and not the beast.

Her silken voice was uttered with the magnitude of that affinity that assaulted him as she ripped him into his human form once more. The felines had all but scrambled away, to get away from even the mere bleed out of her power that could not be helped. To shift back so soon would have left a were near powerless. But just as those powers made short work of her naughty pet, she had closed the distance with superhuman speed, her fingers curled into the scruff. No, she would not make this easy on him.

Those taloned nails sunk into his skin even as she felt the tremor of that shift he could not fight. How much more difficult it would be with her painful, silver burning grip. The metal sizzled and filled the air with his acrid perfume of burning flesh. It overpowered even the scent of her roses and jasmine. Yet she hardly cared. Relishing within that pained hiss that left his lips that only brought a hint of a predatory smile to her own that glinted with an eagerness within her pale eyes. That look... was never one anyone wished to see upon her devilishly beautiful features.

Risque could not feign the genuine enjoyment she possessed when inflicting that paim upon his resilient body. That shift from feline to man was exquisite as it was fascinating to watch this close... even as she felt that unusual feel of his bones breaking and reassembling beneath her very finger tips.

What a display.

Blood bloomed around from the incision of those sharply embedded talons. Human skin did not scruff so well... How she enjoyed the stress-fueled adrenaline that began to shift and taint his blood.. He was good enough to eat.. yet she possessed far more willpower than that... even though her pupil's dilated with the presence of that potent alpha blood. His shifted form had ended up standing as she held him there, her powers kept the man suspended and still.

It was after a moment of keeping him like that, that she released her grip, his hand immediately rose to the painful spot she had seized him. Why was it human nature to be bothered to nurse one's wounds with self-touch? It didn't help with the pain, nor did it do little except to possibly feel for the damage.

"Oh my, that looked painful, mon chat." Her tone acerbic and altogether goading and not at all out of concern. Of course it did, she had made sure of it.

"Although that wouldn't have been necessary if you just did what I asked.. But its far too late to change it. After all, we are not finished here, thanks to you." That melodic French kissed lilt offered a sinful promise as she remained within his personal bubble as she poked him right in the middle of his muscular chest at the word 'you'. That word almost sounded content. Her powers had yet to subside as she kept him still. Her pale fathomless gaze met his striking emerald stare while the same hand that scruffed him rose to the necklace around his throat. He was not deserving of it. Her talons seemed to toy with it before she tangled those slender fingers with that far too fragile chain before yanking it free. Like plucking a strand of his curly hair from his pretty little head.

In an instant, she felt the zing of the spell breaking as it severed free from him. What a pity that would be if she somehow deactivated it.. Hm. Perhaps that was something she would just have to find out later. Her pale hypnotic gaze lowered toward the necklace the pendant nestled perfectly within the center of her palm. "Stay." This time, he didn't have much of a choice. That single word was all that she said as her fingers curled into her own hand around the still warm metal. Hmm.. Where to do this. Perhaps by the door? After all, there was a chain already waiting there, of course it was meant to bind feeders that were delivered to the room when she wasn't quite ready for them. Oh Darcy would have an eyeful when he opened the door.... and yet. Was it enough to bind Tetradore? After all it had contained many species before it who had tried their hand at it.

With that decided upon, his fate was already sealed within her mind's eye and yet there was one important little detail to figure out. What harm would it cost to allow him to choose the road to his ruination. It felt almost poetic. How it hardly mattered which path they took. It all ended up at the same place.

"Hmm. Pet, do you prefer to stand, sit, or lay down?" She questioned, considering all three but not offering him any explanation as to what she had meant. Regardless, the choice was his.

I like you damaged, but I need something left
Something for me, something for me to wreck