The man leaned against the roping around the ring, a beer dangling from his fingertips as his emerald eyes watched the first fight of the evening within his domain. He could already hear the hooting and hollaring that surrounded them though it hardly mirrored the boiterous throng that would congregate here later in the night. With Tobias at his side, the man effortlessly leaned over, commenting on the pair of competitors in front of them. "A cookie on the Rhino." He commented, gesturing ever so slightly to the horned creature on one side of the large arena. Money had little to no meaning for his lanky deviant and so, more often then not, Tetradore employed other techniques when betting with his closests of friends. Sweets was always their go to choice, being something that both men seemed to have some sort of weakness towards. There was a brief twinkle of mischeviousness within the depths of his vibrant emerald eyes as the man turned his attention back towards the ring, fully intending to enjoy the spectacle before a familiar presence began to tug at his consciousness.

In truth, he had always hated when Raven employed her telepathic prowers. He had always been particularly partial to keeping his cranium full of his own thoughts. To have to brush against the minds of his pack members when he shifted was hard enough - but that she could do so whenever she wanted was almost unbareable for the man. Never the less, it seemed to be her favored method of communication and so Tetradore merely accepted it with the facade of indifference that he so often employed. The message was garbled at best, a curiosity within it's own right, but the presence of 'Frost' and the image that accompanied it was by far more inquisitive. Tetradore was hardly ignorant of the ongoings of his self declared realm. He knew of this Frost - though it was by scent alone. He had smelled the steed before on the coat of his sibling, though at the time he had said nothing of it. After all, his younger sister seemed to fratinize with her own select choice of men - something their pack was still feeling the waves of.

His lips pressed together in a hard line, his emerald eyes shifting ever so slightly towards his companion, as if to wordlessly ask if he had recieved the same message from the peculiar colored lupine. Sadly, that brush of consciousness alone was hardly enough to provid him with any real information but Tetradore had an inkling that whatever frovolity he had planned for the night was about to be entirely destroyed. There was something in the air - some forboding sense that made his toned muscles taunt. Gingerly, he placed his beer down on a post around the ring, his gaze temporarily scanning his domain - searching for the threat that he could almost feel. He hardly moved when Jackel moved to his side several minutes later, the man's hispanic accent quickly whispering of the on goings outsidie with his ear. His gaze darkened as the man nodded, motioning for the deviant at his side to follow as he left the throng enjoying the evening's entertainment.

Tetradore stepped out into the brisk spring air, the zephyr from the water cressed his skin and rippled across his loose shirt. His piercing gaze flittered down towards the lupine only a few feet in front of him, noting her delipidated stated before shifting to the so called man of the hour. Briefly, Tetradore noted the young woman standing behind this 'Frost'. He recalled her face very well from the night of the masqurade. She had been instrumental in ensureing that he had gotten back to the Ark in one piece. She had saved him and for that he had owned her a debt. Tetradore was, in some regards, always one to repay those kind actions and for tonight, whatever her take in this may be, the man decided to spare her. Frost, however, would hardly be as lucky. Tetradore's steely gaze remained steadfast upon the man in front of him, and yet there was no quick quib to leave his lips, no bitter banter to be offered. Instead, the usually silent fellow offered one small thing - a cheshire smile momentarily danced across his lips, followed immediately by a deep, throaty chuckle.

The pony clearly had very little idea of who he was attempting to toy with. After all, for years Tetradore had been the epitome of the monster in the dark. His figure had haunted nightmares and the waking world alike. He had been the herald of disaster and death and now that he had found his freedom from his vampire mistress, he had become the very personification of the things that she had forced upon him, manifested within his own apptitudes. He felt the shift creeping up through his veins, fueled by the cold fury that clutched at his heart. Those loose fitting clothing were shed for taunt ebony skin, his feline jaws parting to show sharp carnivorous teeth made for the shredding of flesh and shrews. A roar left his parted mouth, a singular backwards glance given towards Tobias, his brain brushing up against the boy to impress upon him that Raven needed to be taken inside, safely where she belonged. In the meantime, his kind were widly known for the consumption of horse, even in the wild they had perfected dislocating the neck of his kind. The dark jungle cat lunged forward, his foot falls nothing more then a soft thud against the wood planks of the docks. Poor little pony - it was a shame he had to learn the hard way.