I'm Loosing My Soul

Pushing me to the edge of my decline

The Alpha's sides heaved as his gaze surveyed the decapitated head in front of him, the creature's tendons and flesh still sizzling with the presence of his acidic saliva. He hardly had the time to regain his breath, however, when the war around him was still in a full frenzy. The Alpha ducked as the body of one of Cede's canine flew past his head, Risque's vampires making short work of them after they had proven impossible for her feline army to dispatch of them. The panther stood to his feet, his emerald irises surveying the battle around him when, abruptly, a sharp and sudden power filled his very limbs, demanding his presence. Tetradore hardly bothered to fight her power here and now, the man simply giving in as his body sprinted into action, darting across the battlefield before, abruptly, that commanding call simply disappeared. How...unusual. Had something distracted his mistress? It was unlikely enough to cease the flow of her affinity. Perhaps something had finally bested her? Though, frankly, he had a hard time believing in that possibility. The sight of one of her lackeys dashing across the battlefield caught the panther's emerald eyes as he watched the furious conversation between Ian and Darcy - the younger vampire gesturing wildly into the distance.

In mere moments, Darcy was off, sprinting with supernatural speed in the direction that Tetradore could only assume led to Risque herself. It was tempting to leave the woman to her fate and yet....perhaps it was better to at least witness what had happened to his mistress to prevent the sudden cessation of her abilities. He trailed at a safe distance behind Darcy, his shadows quickly allowing the panther to cross the battlefield with little intervention, even if the mass of bodies and chaos surrounding him made utilizing such teleportation rather...difficult. It hardly took long for Tetradore to make his way towards the large dome that dominated the parking lot of Syn. The Warlocks positioned on the periphery of the dome were hardly difficult to locate, standing out with their black robes in some oculate presentation that was surely purposeless. Each one, however, was flanked with a guard or two, positioned to keep the spellcaster's safe. His mistress' figure was only just visible in the inside of the dome, prowling furiously as her power whipped against the seemingly impenetrable walls of the dome. Hm...how...convenient it might be if she found herself incapable of escaping from that 'cell' she'd found herself trapped within...

Tetradore's jaws parted, his saliva sizzling all over again as his emerald gaze so quickly found the very man he would have to triumph against if he planned to defect. Darcy, after all, was already working with deadly efficiency against the vampires that roamed around the periphery of the dome, his large metal cat creaking with each movement as it swept across the battlefield. This was one hell of a gamble and yet, for his freedom, Tetradore was sure it was worth the effort. He leapt forward, stalking through the battlefield as he approached the Southern vampire. With little warning the panther leapt forward, tackling the vampire from behind as his teeth dug into Darcy's neck all over again, hoping to finish what he had last started. His claws seemed to gleam in the low light with an almost unnatural sharpness, shredding cloth and muscle in their wake as he attempted to gain his purchase upon the vampire's back as Darcy fell forward with the very impact of his body. He was hardly prepared for the vampire to suddenly roll, squishing the panther beneath him. The sudden collision of Darcy's elbow into his stomach pushed the air out of his lungs, unfortunately forcing the feline to release his once steadfast hold upon Darcy's shoulder.

The vampire launched onto his feet, the scent of the undead creature's blood palpable as it flowed freely from those wounds Tetradore had inflicted. The jungle cat struggled to his feet, entirely aware of how fast he needed to be to avoid retaliation. The Southerner's hissed words were audible, even in the disarray that surrounded them and how well Tetradore knew that he had every intention to see that threat through. The panther launched himself forward quite at the same time as Darcy and yet, the vampire's supernatural speed would best him every single time. He was hardly prepared for the hand that circled around his leg, hauling the cat upward and off of the ground, immediately his body tried to twist in mid air in a feeble attempt to land upon his feet. His efforts, however, were wholly thwarted by Darcy's hand as he was slammed forcibly back into the ground. Stars sprung to life within his gaze as that air was pressed from his lungs. Pain sharply stabbed through his entire body, though the Alpha could hardly figure out exactly where it originated from or the damage that Darcy had done. What he was aware of, however, was the tightening of the man's hand around his leg and immediately the cat's free foot lashed out, those sharpened claws extended in an attempt to shred the vampire's hand in an effort to release himself from his vice-like grip.

Those hissed words entered the panther's ears though he lacked the vocal cords to respond. Already Darcy was lifting him in the air again, gravity sure to help the man's efforts to slam him into the ground and yet - the cold asphalt never came. Rather, Cade's mate slammed her own physique into the fighting men, sending Tetradore flying from the impact and, unfortunately for Cade, into the nearest warlock. The mortal man's body proved an unexpected cushioning for the panther as he quickly found his feet - paying no heed to the now flickering dome that had begun to weaken with the sudden absence of power from one of it's spellcaster's. Rather, his attention deviated onto the woman that stood proudly between the two men - ready to take on the first who might attack her. The panther's jaws parted, his roar echoing in the space around them and quickly ensnaring her attention as she turned towards him, altogether ready to square off on Risque's treasured pet. What a mistake it was to forget the Southerner behind her, the man free from Tetradore's assault to, regrettably, free their mistress all over again, even if Tetradore hadn't quite realized the unfortunate situation that the female in front of him had put them in when both so desperately desired to see Risque's downfall.

The King of the Damned