Aiden Tetradore

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to live

It might have, from an outside perspective, seemed odd that Tetradore was so willing to place himself in harms way for another individual. So often he was characterized by the naive as being cold, mean or even scary. Somewhere, beneath the facade of protection that he offered between himself and the world, there was a part of him that felt the strong innate need to protect that which he deemed his, that which he wanted as his own. It was one of the few things he was relatively good at. After all, Risque had kept her precious pet for protection just as much as she had for her own twisted fun. Vaguely he noted the fashion at which the violet hued gaze stared up at him with surprise and brief confusion before Regan's eyes fell from his own, drifting over his bleeding shoulder. Tetradore watched her intently, as if, for perhaps once in the entirety of his life, he was looking for some measure or approval or recognition. He was searching for some glimpse that she understood his position towards her without him ever needing to voice a word through this one simple act. Tetradore felt her fingers brush against his cheek, his body immediately flinching from some long ingrained reaction to the touch of a woman. It took Tetradore a moment to relax into her touch, his cheek momentarily nuzzling her hand in a fashion that was so very reminiscent of the feline within.

Her hand dropped abruptly from his masculine features, his emerald gaze blinking as he forced himself to refocus on the task at hand. His gaze briefly met the purple eyes below him once more, his head bobbing ever so slightly in understanding. Already he began to brace himself, his muscles becoming taunt with the knowledge of the pain to come. He reached his hand out to rest against the wall, putting his weight upon the wall as if he didn't trust himself once the arrow was removed from his shoulder. Even her touch upon the shaft of the bolt sent pain jolting through his body, a soft hiss leaving his lips as his head tilted downward ever so slightly, his forehead resting against her shoulder as she reached up behind him to grab the other end. His dark locks fell into his face, bracing for the moment and yet, when it did come, when she did break the head of the bolt off, he found himself entirely unprepared. He bit back the cry that left his lips, the wet sensation of blood pouring from the now open wound. He could feel her stepping away from him and for a moment Tetradore allowed it, instead shifting to fall back onto the wall beside her, a soft pant upon his lips as his emerald gaze slowly shifted to the crowd at large. The pain was less intense now that the bolt had been removed instead replaced with a dull consistent throb and the steady flow of crimson spreading across the ivory of his button up shirt.

Tetradore had enough time to offer the woman beside him another small nod, hardly even finding it within himself to voice that she was welcome. He felt exhausted and, unfortunately for Tetradore, the game wasn't yet over. He heard the collide of the chandelier against the front door where the Dark Hunter had only moments ago been, just as he observed the she-wolf pick up the fallen leopard by the scruff of his neck, padding towards him to place the boy at his feet. He briefly saw the fashion at which she glance at him with a apologetic glance, but Tetradore ignored it, instead letting his head lean back against the wall with a soft thud, his emerald eyes fluttering close. He felt her muzzle upon him, her tongue reaching out to brush against his shoulder, his pain dulling suddenly, enough so that the man was able to reach up and offer the girl the smallest of pushes. The gesture was more dismissive rather then angered though somewhere within the back of his mind, Tetradore knew what she had done. For too much of his life his actions had been controlled and dictated, his own body betrayed by the control the vampire woman had held upon him and he had abhorred her for it. His mouth parted as if to voice his thoughts, only to be interrupted by the yowl of his beta splitting through the hallway.

He allowed the leopard to intervene, his head slowly shifting down, his eyes open to observe the lanky deviant's actions with the smallest glimpses of concern mirrored there within. Tetradore noted the fashion at which the Leopard wore the aura of dominance, causing the were-panther to remember the boy's rebellion within the forest but a month prior. He was hardly in a state to keep his pack in place, to keep the hierarchy the way it was and briefly his emerald eyes darkened with distrust as he watched the boy pause in front of him. Their relationship had been fractured for far too long now. Strained by Tobias and Nadya's evening between the sheets, by the betrayal and by Tobias effort to stand above Tetradore. He watch the submissive gesture the boy offered before Tobias reached out to brush his fingers upon him, Tetradore's features twitching ever so slightly with a frown. His companions seemed eternally determined to press against his once throbbing shoulder though he couldn't quite understand their insistence to do so. "No." He grumbled at the suggestion of visiting Nadya. He didn't particularly want to be visit his sibling, still not yet forgiving her for her transaction just as he equally didn't want Isolt to see him in such a state.

Tetradore felt the touch of his companion on his arm, pulling his attention back upon the topic at hand. Home had never sounded so good to the man, especially now that he had the boat to return to, even if his sister despised the place. He pushed off the wall, swaying for a brief moment from the loss of blood that even stained the whitewash paint behind him. "No - just home...for now." He commented simply. Later he might extract his revenge upon the Dark Hunter but tonight he simply needed to ensure that everyone left this soiree in one single piece. His gaze shifted only be the sound of a sweet, shy voice, reaching out to him as the female from the bar stepped out amongst the circle that Tobias had created. For a brief moment, Tetradore let his emerald eyes wash over the female in the smallest displays of curiosity. He had seen the way Raven and Tobias had kept her close and, quite frankly, Tetradore had to admit even to himself that he was loosing far too much blood then he should be, now that the arrow was removed. In truth, he wasn't even sure he would make it back to the western docks conscious. "Outside...and then you may work your magic." He offered her softly. There were far too many threats here within the ball room for his liking, from vampires to witches and hunters. He'd rather risk the outdoors then spend another moment within this ball room.