There's no saving me.
I've become a shell of the man I was. Only time will tell if I'm strong enough.
A hiss reverberated upon his lips as Tetradore tenderly touched his bleeding nose. Given what Harley thought him capable of, the Alpha should have anticipated some retaliation. How foolish he had been to think she might make this easy in any manner. Admittedly, it perturbed him more then it should that the young woman had thought him of the type to steal her away into the forest to have his way with her physique. There was no doubt he was a murderer, but a rapist? Never that. Thankfully, it was one of the few crimes Risque had not demanded of him, the woman's own possessiveness for her things was potent enough that Tetradore only had to endure her touch alone. He hardly saw any reason to voice his own past, however. After all, as Harley had said, why should she believe even a word from him? Not that he had ever been terribly inclined to lie to her. Quite on the contrary, on their few encounters, Tetradore had chosen to speak to her quite rarely at all. It hardly mattered now, however, as he wiped the blood from his features, the Alpha all but ignoring the tenderness of his own flesh and the pain that came with it. After all, he had endured far worse than this far more often. He refused to give up on her, even in spite of that desire to do so - particularly when Harley made herself so difficult to deal within the first place. His own stubbornness, perhaps, won out against the girl's blatant aggression. That very authority echoed within the depths of his baritone lyrics as he commanded the woman to stand in front of him.
How unwilling she was to even obey that command, his position as both her Alpha and her maker alone seemed to draw her feminine figure to him, even despite her unwillingness to even give him a breath. It hardly mattered in the end, Tetradore more than capable of pulling that already struggling cat from her skin with remarkable efficiency. His own shift was nothing short of effortless, the Were-King having lived with that animal side for an eternity. His skin rippled and flowed like water, shifting and changing with the speed of a practiced Were before the figure of the Hispanic man was replaced with that of a sleek ebony feline. In silence, he settled on his haunches, simply watching, and waiting, as Harley's body cracked and broken with violent ferocity. Her inner feline struggled to be free, the cat was fighting against the very woman who all but refused to allow anything out of her control. It, combined with his own distinct lateness surely did not help with the pain that accosted her - pain he was usually able to dissipate. The very exhaustion in the wake of her first shift seemed to prompt some stillness within the woman, her sides all but heaving as she panted, attempting to regain her breath. That tiredness, however, hardly lasted long as her ears folded back upon her skull, her tail twitching in a clear display of those emotions that wracked her feline body. Really, he almost anticipated this at this point.
The felt the weight of her peculiarly colored irises and yet, the stoic Monarch remained utterly unperturbed. He hardly moved beyond the twitch of his tail, those shadows near playfully swirling at his feet as the woman bumbling towards him on unskilled feet in a headlong rush. Tetradore waited until the last moment, those shadows enveloping just as Harley lept at him, only to reappear but mere feet from her. His very disappearance seemed to befuddle the girl, providing the Alpha with the very moment that he needed. Effortlessly, Tetradore used his muscular physique to push the slender panther off her feet. His jaws parted, gripping onto the tender skin of her neck. His teeth fastened tightly around her larynx, the Alpha entirely unrelenting in his intention to ensure the newly changed feline knew her place. Her body twisted and turned beneath the weight of him, those claws unsheathed as she tore at his skin, few of those swipes finding any purchase what so ever. It hardly bothered the Alpha, however, those strikes decidedly minuscule in comparison to the torment his body had become accustomed to. With each relentless moment of struggling, Tetradore's jaws clamped tighter around her throat, urging her to that stillness he demanded of her. That very fight within Harley drained quickly, her strikes far less forceful before ceasing altogether. He could feel her figure panting beneath him, just as Tetradore was aware of the coppery taste of her blood within his mouth. The Were-King could feel that fear that radiated from her at the realization of just how precarious of a position she was in. How it called to him, begging for his precise control. It was an invitation he all but ignored - this was a submission that needed to come from Harley herself.
A low growl reverberated within the back of his throat at that hiss she offered him, the very threat all but blatant within that near baritone sound. Tetradore could feel her squirming beneath him, searching for an out while testing the very grip of he had upon her. Her efforts, however, were short-lived before, slowly, her slender physique began to still beneath him. That cat knew, instinctually, what to do as it gave him more of her throat. His grip shifted slightly, the force of his bite slowly slacking even though Tetradore remained where he was, purposefully driving the point of that defeat home for several lingering moments longer. Eventually, the Alpha released his hold upon her, his tongue brushing across the wound he'd inflicted. He paid little heed to how much it brought her discomfort, her body remarkably tense even if she remained as still as he had demanded of her. It was only once he was certain he'd cleaned his own inflicted wound that Tetradore finally rose to his feet, the larger panther simply walking over her, the panther offering little acknowledgment of what had just transpired. How quickly she seemed to scramble to her feet! The woman was eager to regain her distance from him and yet, Tetradore supposed he could not blame her. That very moment, as necessary as it was, was perhaps too close to what she had thought he might do to her for her own comfort.
The emerald of his irises watched her with poised indifference, the Were-King retreating behind that practiced mask he so utilized to hide those emotions that afflicted him. His own mind reached out easily to his vector, that connection between the pair and the rest of the pack strong as ever. The baritone sound of his voice seemed to immediately prompt her to draw further back with visible surprise - his gaze simply watching as she adjusted to her new life as Were. Nevertheless, the panther rose to his feet as he led her towards the nearest tree, his emerald eyes briefly glancing behind him to ensure she chose to follow. Her steps seemed far more sure of herself now, the woman effortlessly beginning to jive with her feline self, even to the point where she was capable of conveying that sarcasm that seemed to always accompany her. Tetradore watched as her gaze turned towards her paws, only for her claws to sink into the bark of the tree. She pulled chunks from the bark and yet....the whole action was far more feeble then what was required to climb it. Her amethyst eyes turned towards him, the smugness near dripping within her very words - prompting his emerald eyes to narrow. God, he found her self-righteousness irritating. For a moment, his own attention skittered away from her, the man attempting to suppress his own emotions before, finally, he turned back towards her. "Fine....you know what Harley? You want to kill me? Then come get me." He retorted, those claws unsheathing as his haunches coiled. The panther effortlessly sprung upwards, scaling the trunk of the tree smoothly only to stand poised upon one of the thicker branches. He glanced down at her, almost expectantly, waiting for her to follow, if she could. At the very least watching her fall might prove to be entertaining. Apparently being dominated was not humbling enough for the woman.
This is my last goodbye