He shifts slightly to the side, making room for his companion beside him, allowing her to feed with him, shifting until his shoulder rests against her own and both animals are satisfied entirely with the meal they are presented with, allowing this further moment of bonding that has been repressed for so very long. He is not a friendly creature, indeed he has been alone for so very long that his ability to relate to others is...limited perhaps and yet, pack is a natural thing, a desirable thing and to some extent he seeks to fill that void within himself with the creature beside him, content to accept her as a temporary pack of sorts as he speaks, her voice brushing against his mind as he bloodied muzzle tears into another strip of flesh, the warmth beginning to leave it now, the blood elss heated and yet still his tongue wipes across his lips in evident appreciation for the meal he is willing to share. Eyes slide briefly towards her at her words, tail curling about his paws as he remains silent for someone moments- before the dark gold of his gaze turns upon her entirely.




Where is....your house?




That this is not entirely an acceptable question clearly has not occurred to him, the young man unaware as to why such information may be considered sensitive, her next question ignored, or seemingly so as he continues to feed, ripping free a final strip of heated meat, swallowing moments later as he pauses long enough to attend to himself, making some effort to wipe clean his jaws and paws of blood before lifting to his feet with a yawn. In truth he has little intention of doing anything to her house, nor using such information. He can hardly read let alone follow a street sign and indeed should he seek to find her, or any of her belongings, such things are well within his magical grasp. More so he is simply...curious. It has been years since he has been inside a home, so very much having changed since then, modern appliances still so entirely unknown to the young man. Not since his childhood has he ventured inside any form of building let alone abandoned warehouses or empty stores. His mind is simply curious of her existence, finding ready amusement in the knowledge of the home she owns, a roll of his shoulders offering a shrug of sorts in response to her words.




I do not...have a house. I think maybe I...did...once. I used to sleep in...Tetra's house.




That she will not understand what he is saying, much less who or what a Tetra is, clearly does not hold consequence within his mind as he moves to turn away from her, a summoning growl following in his wake, seeking to demand the girl follow once more as he leaps up and out of the warehouse, pausing only long enough for the girl to find her own exit before he strides forward once more, long, limber frame wandering callously now, leaving the carcass behind, seeing no need to hide his trail as he does- heading for his own warehouse once more, permitting Birdie to wander beside him, should she choose. She is the first company he has had in years and indeed he is not entirely adverse to it. She is not cat, not his species, not his pack- but she is something and for tonight, something is enough. The return to his own warehouse is short, golden and dark form thrown against the side, scraping himself along it, marking the warehouse as entirely his own before he leaps up and in through the broken window, dropping down from the rafters and into the dark gloom once more.




Birdie! Hurry...up!




She is, he has decided, much to slow for his liking, oblivious to the fact she cannot jump in the same manner as he and indeed must find a suitable gap upon the ground for her to squeeze through and into the warm darkness as the first pattering of rain begins, drumming against the tin and steel of his makeshift home as he turns within the darkness, eyes aglow I the half-light as he focuses upon her once more.




Vampire....was wrong...he is not....there....this I know.




He speaks of the boy in the picture, the one he has been searching for, instincts already sent out, searching silently for the boy...the man...he knows he will not find in any alleyway. Perhaps he had been- yet tonight Tobias knows already he is gone and as such he will not bother himself wandering within the dark and the rain, rivulets of water running down the broken glass and steel, warding him away from any further potential adventures. He loathes water, desperately so and as such holds no desire to explore it further, his night essentially ended with the coming of the rain as he moves towards the pile of sacks and nets in which he has made his bed. Tonight however, the leopard pauses only long enough to pull aside one worn sack, dragging it free and across the concrete, dumping it several paces from his own, head tilting in critical examination as he proceeds to circle atop it, testing it, perhaps, before marching back to his own significantly better pile of collected goods.




Birdie!




He waits for her attention before dropping himself ungracefully down into the heap of bedding, tail flicking in the direction of the one sack he has decided he can spare- just for tonight.




You can...sleep there.




It is, it would seem, a rarely generous night for the cat, although perhaps he simply assumes that she, like himself, will not dare to go outside while it rains, content to offer her a place beside himself (or several feet away) to sleep. He curls about himself once more, head resting on his paws, eyes turned towards the window to watch the rain as it falls- content to wait until it stops so that he may get up and continue his search again, just as he has done for fifteen long years. He sighs loudly in the darkness, a full stomach finally helping to lull him into a restful state.

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push