Long fingers move to twist and slide each bone in turn, bloodied finger tips moving to work with an assurance that betrays the chaos of his mind, lips parting as he moves to mutter to himself in a series of words that seemingly hold no meaning, as if he simply enjoys the sounds the letters while he works. The carcass before him, once, been a rabbit of some description, the meat some hours earlier turn fro the bones, sinew cracked between the force of his jaws until all that remained was the bloodied bones and scraps of fur that so decorated the earth around him. His form remained near entirely concealed within the shadows beside the doorway to the ark, fathomless dark eyes held upon the task before him as he seems determined to...reconstruct the rabbit once more, although why he attempts such a thing can hardly be said, his mind fixated upon the lines and patterns of the bones, caressing each shapely white stick with a rarely seen care before he selects the place to rest it, reaching back to sort through the bloodied pile once more, ignoring the line of patrons that runs beside him, waiting to get into the Were club himself and Tetradore had taken over. His Alpha's displeasure with him has seen the deviant become only more reclusive. He is never far from his Leader and yet, where once he had trailed in the panthers wake, as any Second does, he had now taken to watching from a distance until a time when Tetra might be willing to allow him close once again. His mind still does not understand what he has done to so displease his leader, those fractured pieces of understanding unable to appreciate the emotions at play- for indeed he is free of such things, his ability to feel so drastically limited- understanding only that Tet is unwilling to tolerate him tonight and as such he has simply moved to seat himself outside, ignoring the stares and muttered whispers of those waiting to be let in.

Perhaps, had he been any other, they may well have been content to jeer at him and at, his prowess within the fighting rings of the Ark are well known, just as his volatile nature and immense power, so very few ever daring to risk upsetting the volatile creature whom seems only bared tamed. They do not understand him perhaps and nature so often warns others away from that which they cannot understand. Lashings of dark hair move to tumble into the depth of those chocolate eyes once more as he pauses to examine his work....a number of bones stuck into the ground at a variety of angels, looking nothing at all like the rabbit he had attempted to reassemble as his head simply tilts and turns before the barest hint of a grin seems to trace his lips, as if somewhere within that macabre, disfigured artwork he has seemingly found something to enjoy. This momentary grin however, is short lived, features falling once more into his ever present look of blankness, unable to understand any need for facial expression, his emotionless façade yet another facet of his nature that so often sees others cringe away from him. Were's can so readily sense the power of another, as any animal surely can, that which emits from himself, his ownership of this place and the dominance that exists within each cell of his blood moves to see a number of those waiting within the line hurriedly move aside to let him pass as he wanders forward once more, leaving his artwork behind for now, bare-feet carrying the lithe, scruffy creature towards the docks beside the Ark he calls home.

He is often given to patrol their territory, hands tucked into the pockets of the single pair of jeans he owns, seemingly oblivious to the autumn chill as he wanders in seemingly so really direction before the barest mutter upon his part sees the creature display one of his more obvious talents, shifting merely those parts of himself he desires o use in this moment, leopard ears flicking atop his skull, fingernails replaced readily with claws as the length of his golden and dark tail trails behind his otherwise human form. The boy given the appearance of an anime character of sorts, one of the few within this city capable of this half-change and yet one he uses to his advantage now, senses increased as he patrols the packs borders, bare feet trailing further from the Ark now. He will hardly travel to far, unwilling even now to be parted from his Leader for entirely to long, his fractured, broken mind fixated entirely on that which he knows, believing most assuredly that he belongs with his companion, even if Tetra has again refused to feed him, leaving the boy to his own devices tonight. Pupils dilate ever so slightly once more, the young man halted within his tracks, tousled hair tangling within the length of his lashes blown askew by the breeze as something, or someone seems to seize his attention, entire form frozen with the anticipation or prey. Perhaps he does not understand the world around him, perhaps he is forever caught in a world he is doomed merely to mimic in some desperate attempt to be like those around him- perhaps he is a poor human being. Yet he is not a poor animal, his hunting skills unmatchable by any other, mind readily fixated upon the lone couple that wander along the beach, their blood betraying their species as human entirely and yet it hardly matters. This is his territory and he is so very desperately hungry.

Leopard ears flicker atop his skull, claws retracted (for now) as the lanky young man moves to angel himself within the shadows, merely his long tail left within view, flicking and swaying like a piece of bait itself, like a snake upon the sand the couple is sure to see- though it is not they he hunts, not tonight, dark eyes fixated instead upon the small terrier the woman walks, the dogs paws pattering against the sand, the animal sure to smell him within moments, else see the tail that flicks and dances, luring them towards the trap he has set as a snicker of sorts hisses between his teeth- waiting for them to reach him. He never did like dogs and if Tetra will not feed him- he will kill for himself.