The nights festivities are yet to truly start, the tall, gangly young man content to watch from his place on the high deck, seated atop his 'throne'- the ornately decorated wooden chair that stands beside Tetradores own- allowing both felines a view of the rings below over which they preside unchallenged- the pair rarely ever descending from the heights above unless an opponent was deemed worthy enough to face either- or both, within the rings. It is simply the way of the Were to be dominant, battles are decide through physical power alone, strength and reputation worth far more than anything else within the iron walls of the cargo ship and indeed since the death (murder) of it's previous Alpha the Ark had flourished beneath the unconquerable feline pair. For now at least, Tobias is merely content to watch from the place he has been thusly instructed to sit, Tetradore having gone to find food for the pair- leaving the shaggy haired deviant to his own devices for those few moments as fathomless dark eyes focus readily upon the rapidly filling deck below, the scent of food and alcohol permeating the air as adrenaline and testosterone build only higher and seem to delight the delinquent all the same. He can feel their energy in a way others simply cannot. He can very near taste it upon the air, his talent for chaos assuring a certain penchant, perhaps, for picking out those among the crowd whom seemed just that bit more dominant, more agitated, quite content to assure Tetradore where their money for the evening was better placed, his ability to perceive even the most minute weakness upon others only further increasing his abilities to gamble. There are truly few so powerful as Tobias, the reason perhaps, why so many stay clear of the shaggy haired boy with the dark eyes and overly pleasant grin. His ability within the ring near as infamous as his volatile nature, significant power and utter.....insanity.

For a moment his gaze turns towards the rooms behind him, tasting the air, assuring himself Birdie remains asleep, her breathing even and content, Tetradore busy downstairs and within the kitchens, leaving Tobias momentarily in charge of the Ark tonight as those dark eyes turn back to the floor below. He is eager for the battles to start, watching the brawls with his favoured companion perhaps the delight of his evening, a delight only increased upon those rare evenings he is permitted to enter the ring himself and yet tonight it would seem- there is a source of interest outside the fighting ring. It is hardly difficult to spy the female with the large bag as she wanders in, dark eyes narrowed upon her as a rumbling growl of sorts rises within his throat- distinctly animalistic sound and yet one born more of curiosity then aggression as Jackal appears suddenly before him- the little Mexican man bending to whisper briefly to him before gesturing to the girl once more as Tobias rises. He is curious, it would seem, of this creature not a Were whom had wandered onto HIS territory tonight.

He moves to step easily back and into the shadows that adorn the sides of the Ark, dark gaze fixated upon his target as a rush of power extends to his form. He is one of the few amongst Were's capable of such a transformation, body no longer fully human nor fully animal, settling on something in-between, a human form adorned with claws in places of nails, small neat, leopard ears resting atop his skull, that large, long thick spotted tail trailing behind as sharpened teeth gleam in the darkness- Tobias capable of shifting partially to allow himself his Leopard strengths within human guise. He lunges easily upwards, claws catching at the wooden beams above as he hoists himself upwards, sliding smoothly through the shadows to balance easily along the wooden beams until he stands very near above the witch whom seems to desire his presence- more then one Were below glancing upward in response to the presence of the dominant male within the Ark as he seems to snicker in delight at his game. The boy the very image of a delightful anime character of sorts as those long limbs hook over a lower beam, Tobias evidently content to hang behind the unsuspecting witch from his upside down position, one claw reaching out to poke the unfortunate girls shoulder- waiting for her to turn around as he grins now, ears rotating atop his skull, tail flicking as it hangs behind him. The handsome young man more bat then cat in this moment as he hangs- though few, if any, dare to tell him otherwise, the majority of those in the Ark having become aware of the boys.....quirks.

"I know....a game. Is game....of guessing. Do you want to....play with me?"

His words are fractured, broken, each syllable an evident struggle and yet there is far more then innocent playfulness that seems to gleam within this dark eyes, a flash of leopard gold existing within them for barely a moment as he speaks- so innocent, it would seem and yet it is only the truly foolish whom underestimate the man. For a moment those dark eyes slice sideways, responding upon the large man the witch had been speaking too.

"Fuck off."

The words, this time, are sharp, short, laced with a command that sees the man dip his head in a pose of clear submissiveness before moving away with a discounted grumbling as Tobias attention returns to his new found object of amusement. His words fractured once more, years of mistreatment assuring his mind, perhaps, is not wholly as others and yet his cunning is simply unmatched. The witch well advised to be....careful of just how she responds to a man more beast then boy as he watches her still, head tilting and turning like a curious puppy.

"This is my....Ark and Tetra's Ark.....ours. I am in...charge. What does Girl want? What is...in your bag? I like bags."

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