Black rimmed ears moves to turn backward at the murmured words of his companion, Tetradore's command seeing a halt within the Leopards movements as he ceases to stalk his prey despite the intoxication of fear that bleeds like an open wound into the air. It is a difficult thing to ignore, the younger man perhaps lacking the control of his older companion in this regard, near entirely unable to ignore the lure of such a victim and yet he is an obedient creature, when it so suits him, a snort of disdain all that is offered in response to Tetras words before he moves to return to his Leaders side and shift free of his Leopard skin, leaving Jackal to flee into the depths of the ship. It is the heavyset man whom had emerged from the captain's cabin that so seems to draw that darkened gaze now, offering the introduction the fellow seems to desire, oblivious to the sarcasm with which the offer had been intended as the now naked deviant merely directs his attention to his chosen Leader once more, having little belief he shall be permitted to do any harm to this man either and yet he is content enough to merely watch him writhe between Tetradores capable powers, the boy entirely capable of seeking his own form of sadistic enjoyment from such a thing all the same. The softly spoken permission however, seems to take the younger man by surprise, fathomless pools resting upon Tetradore a moment longer, assuring himself there is no limitations upon such a thing before the panther simply precedes to press on, leaving the moppy-haired younger male with a most treasured toy indeed- a nod of acceptance merely given in response to the man's command to catch up.

The heavyset bodyguard has clearly grown tired of the interaction at hand, a bellow of sorts seeming to precede the inevitable transformation that takes place, man replaced with bull a mere moment later as one hoof swipes readily at the floor in warning of the charge sure to follow. This is not a creature Tobias knows, the horned animal a rarity, eyes narrowed in curious distrust and yet predator or not the agitation within the powerful, snorting animal is entirely clear as his own teeth see fit to bare towards it. One dark eye roves sideways, assuring himself Tetradore has already proceeded forward and into the cabin itself before a flurry of hissing spits sees his own return to Leopard form, entirely content to meet the bulls charge head on. It is perhaps not the grandest of his plans and yet his inability to understand his opponent, to believe it to be anything other than a large deer of sorts perhaps results in the swift and suddenly lesson. The bull's forehead is significantly harder then the boy has anticipated, the strength of the animal equally so, the leopard tossed violent sideways and into the railing of the landing, a yowl of displeasure spat from his lips as he proceeds to right himself. He is hardly injured, little more than bruise or two, the boy a substantially hardy creature whom has been only further aggravated by this brief moment of interlude between himself and his victim. Claws extend readily now, tail lashing as a violent growl hisses between bared fangs, his lighter, far more athletic frame so readily utilised now as he twists aside from this second charge to launch himself up and onto the back of the creature as it passes.

This lesson has been well learned indeed, the creatures head is armoured, it's body is not, claws slicing into flesh and muscle as teeth bite down into the base of it's thickened neck, sending the bull bucking and bellowing in every direction as the cat merely buries his claws deeper and deeper still. It is not his claws however, that are the most deadly of his arsenal, the strength of his jaws is unusual- far more powerful then the norm, muscle and sinew and bones rapidly beginning to give way to the force of his bite for the inevitable snap of.....something sees the bull abruptly jerk and collapse, fangs having punctured deeply within the creatures spine, rendering the creature either dead or unconscious as the snarling Leopard steps from his bloodied opponent, teeth fixing about a single- further prize ripped free of the bull before the boy sheds his Leopard skin once more. For a moment he simply pauses to view his handiwork, arm swept so callously across his lips to wipe the blood from them, hands clutching the large horn he has removed, fingers stroking that pointed surface with evident delight as he grins within the gloom, words muttered to himself in a brief slip from sanity before he hurries to find his companion once more, scampering into the opulently decorated cabin, high upon the adrenaline that courses so rapidly through his system.

Bare feet pause beside Tetradore once more, dark eyes given to peer at the surroundings they seem to have found themselves in. The carpet beneath his toes is thick and plush, the entire room constructed of a deep, dark, oiled mahogany wood that looks entirely as if it is from the days of pirates itself, so much of the space decorated in ropes and wood and gold and swords that adorn the walls, an ornate wooden dining table rests within the centre, leather gilded chairs surrounding it, a series of globes and maps scattered atop it before the boys dark eyes rest at last upon the large king-sized four poster bed elaborately made in sheets of red and gold that seem to entice the bloodied deviant entirely- though for now however, he remains beside his Master.

"Look...what I got."

He proceeds to rather proudly hold up the bulls horn, his trophy of sorts, a veritable weapon all in itself, briefly offering it towards his companion for approval before setting it carefully down upon the table within the seemingly empty room, the remains of a dinner upon a silver tray indicating that someone at least- had been here recently.

"Tetra!"

Those ever cunning eyes seemed to cut through the swaths of cloth and gold and silver, pointing directly towards the mere end of a heavily padlocked chest that rests beneath the bed, what limited knowledge he has of television and video games assuring him that hidden boxes are valuable things. Any further reaction however, is halted by the sudden emergence of someone else, a door within the back of the cabin, a bathroom perhaps, parting to admit a glasses-wearing blonde man, easily as slender as Tobias himself yet possessing broader shoulders and a height closer to Tetradore's own, a captain's hat resting neatly atop his head. Brax? What's all the noise? Tell Jackal I need- oh. Blue eyes seem to register the felines for perhaps the first time, an evident look of surprise registering within before his gaze narrows decidedly upon the intruders. Can I help you boys?. The barest click of the man's fingers sees a...shimmer of sorts within the air before the room is suddenly and entirely filled with twenty-five identical blonde men, the man clearly capable either of some form of illusion, else a power to replicate multiple copies of himself, each of them moving and speaking in turn, the real Alpha hidden amongst the countless copies of himself that see Tobias shift back slightly against his companion in discord.Perhaps one of my companions can help you instead, hmm?. All twenty five men move to surround the duo, shifting forward now, arms folding across all of them, impossible to select the real one from amongst them as each proceeds to smile rather menacingly. Well?

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