There's no saving me.
I've become a shell of the man I was. Only time will tell if I'm strong enough.
The entrancing emerald hue to the Alpha's irises scrutinized how Harley scurried to her feet - the girl clearly abhorring that very position of vulnerability he had all but forced her into. Admittedly, Tetradore was hardly surprised the sheer amount of fight held within her slender frame. Her very spirit was nothing if not feisty. The woman rebelled against the merciless influence of supernaturals she could hardly contend with, as if she was ignorant of her impending continual defeat or flat out refused to accept it. The Were-King could find some level of comradeship in that, he supposed. How she might have one day made a suitable Alpha of her own - far better than his other Vector was proving to be. It was unfortunate that it hardly mattered. Harley's pure disdain of him would eternally leave the two at odds with one another. How he pitied her for stepping into the horrors of his own world. If she had thought things were bad before, how unprepared she was for what her future was going to hold. And yet, despite all odds, Tetradore could hardly help those feelings that it was his responsibility to prepare her for what would come. Gingerly, his thoughts reached out to brush against the mind of the girl's own as he coaxed her closer towards the tree he presently stood at the base of. At the very least, he could teach her some control over those weapons she had at the ready. Such had been his intent, anyways, before she so sharply seemed to recoil from him and the silken sound of his baritone voice within the depths of her thoughts.
He watched as her tail lashed angerly from side to side. The Alpha's own form betrayed hardly a thought in comparison, his own physique the epitome of poised apathy. She seemed far less gangly in her movements, as if she'd somehow stopped thinking and had finally allowed those instincts to take over. Effortlessly, Harley returned to that near aggressive sarcasm as she sunk her claws into the bark of the tree. Those sharpened nails dug through the bark, splintering it's resiliant surface as if it was mere butter. Oh, if only that was enough to hold her own against those vampires she would soon face! That threat upon her lips, however, only prompted his own gaze to narrow. How that pompousness so tended to get under his skin, chasing away the compassion he'd moment's ago held for her. Her near implacable desire for his destruction should have hardly been anything new. He should have been used to it by now. Over the decades he'd spent at Risque's side, he had often been cast in such a role. The names he had heard throw at him - psychopath, murderer, monster, bastard, son of a bitch. It had stopped bothering him, after a while. Risque's absence...his pack....Matteo's family...how it had ruined those thick walls he'd once placed between himself and the world, even if he pretended otherwise. After a moment of long silence, Tetradore regained that infappible composure, the man giving into her desires with a challenge of his own. If she so wished to be the one to end his life - she would need to catch him first.
For a lingering moment, his emerald eyes met her own head on, that disbelief entirely evident within her body language and yet, Tetradore was entirely serious. If she felt herself capable of taking on the heavy mantle the Alpha wore upon his shoulders, she was entirely welcome to it. The Were-King's gaze turned back up the length of the tree as he bent back upon his haunches, the simple action generating enough power to allow the panther to launch himself up the tree. His own claws dug into the bark as he scalled the tree, the Alpha settling moments later upon one of the thicker branches overhead. His gaze turned down towards her as he balanced with ease upon his perch, the man more than ready to watch the woman fail. How he was sure she deserved a dose of that humbleness, and how he intended to savor that very moment. His tail lashed behind him in a far more playful, bemused manner as he watched the feline slink around the tree in a calculative motion. That growl that reverberated within her throat prompted a small huff of delight from the cat's nose. Her insistance that he would merely teleport the moment she got close, however, prompted a vague, humanlike rise of his shoulders before they dropped in a shrug. "Where would be the learning in that?" He inquired and yet, there was a hint of seriousness within the depths of his baritone voice. After all, if she truly gave chase, it afforded him an opprotunity to ensure she too knew how to precariously move through the tree's foliage - to know which branches to step on and which would support her weight. How invaluable those lessons could be! That is....if she ever got up the tree in the first place.
He watched as she backed up, purposefully giving herself some space for that jump. Fearlessly, the woman bounded forward, her limbs propelling her slender physique forward before she leapt upwards, her claws sprayed out to catch purchase on whatever she could. His head tilted to the side as her body collided into the trunk - only for the girl to near freeze, hugging the side of the tree. Tetradore could hear the scraping of her claws upon the bark, trying to gain some traction to further her ascent and yet, it was hopeless, her figure slowly sliding down the tree. Oh, if only those vocal cords would let him laugh! Damn right, she fucking deserved that one. The sound of her voice echoing within his thought prompted a bemused chucke from the Were-King as he shifted to lay almost comfortable within that branch. "We could be here a while....." He commented back, clearly reveling in her misfortune. Even so, the feline's figure was more than ready - the man hardly letting down his own guard should she ever actually manage to conquer that first challenge.
This is my last goodbye