No matter what Regan did to prepare herself, it always flew right out the window as soon as his arresting emerald gaze met hers. There was just something powerful and magnetic about the panther that she simply couldn't explain. Sure, she had some ideas. But that's all they were. He confused her to say the least...but she didn't hate it.

Her violet gaze lingers on the sleek ebony shoulder that had taken an arrow for her. She still didn't understand why he'd done that for her...but she wouldn't deny that his sacrifice on her behalf had a large part to play in the decision she had reached to join his pack. He was a noble creature, a powerful alpha, and the sheer force of will her exerted over himself and his emotions captivated her. There was just something...special about him that Regan couldn't put a name to. Too many people would dismiss him as unfeeling. A monster. Yet, Regan knew better. She'd had lived with monsters. Suffered under the hands of monsters...and Tetradore was nothing like them. He was like a Knight -- only tarnished, but none the less, still a Knight doing his damnedest to protect those he cares for.

Gliding forward into his personal space the obsidian tiger hesitated from a brief moment before she gently pressed her nose against his previously injured shoulder. She could still see a trace of the injury and instantly felt a pang of remorse for the simple fact that this magnificent being had been injured because of her. Her mind reached out and brushed against his softly. Her words a soft whisper meant only for him. "How is your shoulder?" She lingered there for a moment, maintaining the contact before slowly stepping back and giving him the space that decorum demanded for his position. Her violet gaze sliding back to his as she once again takes her place at Raven's side.

The weight of Raven's stare causes Regan to break her gaze with Tetradore. Her violet eyes sweeping the lupine figure with concern. She could feel and sense the hesitation and fear enimating from the wolf. With a quick glance at Tetradore, Regan moves closer to Raven and rubs the length of her body along the stiff body of the wolf-girl. She caresses the sleek fur with her cheek and tongue as she allows the heat and strength of her body to seep into the trembling form of her friend. "He will understand Raven. You can tell him. Have faith." It only takes a few more moments before Raven's voice infiltrates the silence of their minds. A very feline smile tugs the corners of Regan's lips. She has a momentary feeling of pride for her friends bravery.

That smile doesn't last long though. Images begin flashing behind her eyes. Nightmares that aren't her own surging through her bloodstream. Pain and inner torment igniting old wounds as memories that belong to Raven clash against the horrors of her own memories.

Regan begins trembling as a few of her own memories slip into the minds of Raven and Tetradore. Manacles locked around chaffed wrists and ankles. Chains rattling in darkness. The sound and lick of whips against skin. The scent of fear and death, a nearly tangible thing. Blood. So much blood."NO!" Her voice is a roar of pain and rage. It echoes across their connection with a silent, dark, seething fury. A silent snarl rising on her lips as she mentally begins slamming up walls. Gradually she shoves the connection back, throwing up more mental walls until only the dark, haunted silence of her own mind remains. When she finally comes back to herself, Regan realizes her eyes are shut tight. In the darkness she gently nudges Raven, pressing closer and nuzzling her friend. Hoping she can give her wolf friend whatever strength she has left to give. With a sigh her violet gaze finally flickers open and searches Raven before slowly, hesitantly, lifting to meet Tetradore's.



"Thinks like this"

Regan Izumi

WereTiger -- Mute -- Played by Megs