His mind reminds entirely focused upon the feather he is imprisoned, evidently pleased with himself for this capture in the manner only a cat truly can, tail flicking lightly in some vague sense of pleasure at this achievement, oblivious to the male panther behind him and the rapidly growing agitation the man was readily beginning to feel at the release of images through is mind, images Tobias remained wholly unaware even existed until this blossoming outrage seemed to grow entirely so expansive that it begun to prickle at his own mind with displeasing force, the leopard given to shake his head ever so slightly in an effort to alleviate this sensation before he was suddenly and wholly set upon. For half a moment the leopard is simply given to believe Tetradore was attempting to steal his feather and yet the ridged tone of the others muscle and the roar of his growl rapidly sees any such beliefs of play quickly diminished as the Leopard responds in turn. A feral sounding snarl rushes free of his lips, fangs exposed in return as he rolls upon his back beneath the weight of the heavier cat, forced to meet his gaze entirely as the air is filled with little more than hisses and snarls from either party. For a moment perhaps, those deadly claws unsheathe, golden eyes darkening noticeably as the boy seems to linger dangerously upon the line between submission and dominance, as if for barely a moment he considers a more violent retaliation against this assault- unable to perceive what he has done to insight such rage in his companion and as such simply responds in turn, returning aggression with aggression though sense it would seem- is given to prevail- at least for now, claws sliding back into paws as it seems the younger male decides to err on the side of caution, mind retreating, yielding to the heavier cat and Alpha, allowing his own form to still beneath him, accepting Tetra's higher position before his gaze deliberately averts as any submissive creatures does away from an agitated superior, unwilling to challenge that rage any further, seeking slightly to appeal to his Leaders better nature with such a display.

The words the other man shouts towards him achieve little, he simply does not understand, the agitated tone doing little other then seeing the spotted creature bristle further. He is an instinctive being, understands he is is trouble, has done something so entirely displeasing that Tetradore feels the need to act as such and yet his mind simply does not understand why. He cannot perceive the tangle of emotions involved in what he had done with Nadya, believed it to be little more then a game she had seen fit to teach him- a game he had delighted readily in, unable entirely to comprehend the true nature of such an act. He had merely done as instinct had demanded of him, done what he is assured he is entitled to do, Nadya having made no move to stop him, seeking him out on a number of occasion so determined to 'play' with him again. That Tetradore, in some manner, finds this....displeasing is evidently clear as such images are pressed almost painfully against his own mind. 'Fucking' he thinks, is perhaps another word for the sex game and yet he makes no move to question as such, confusion already evident within his gaze- though he hardly dares to look at the panther directly just yet, the other mans agitation palpable, instinct demanding Tobias remain entirely still, at least for now, lest he further outrage the other feline atop him.

I....was...looking at her....while I did it.

That this is boarding on perhaps the worst response possible to give in such a situation remains to be seen, evidently of the opinion that Tetradore is annoyed about his lack of watching Nadya, the female Panther shoving now against her brother in an effort to remove him though Tobias pays her little heed, mind continuing to twist and turn upon itself. Tetradore is never mad with him, never yells, never seeks to push him down- an understanding of their positions long ago established. Perhaps too long. He dislikes being dominated, dislikes being forced down, his continual fights with Nadya surely testament to such a thing and yet he has been forever accepting of Tetradores right to lead, unquestioning of such a thing and yet perhaps for the first time that cunning mind simply begins to turn once more. He cannot understand what he has done, cannot understand why it has made Tetradore mad and as such his own agitation only begins to spike once more though he remains complacent still, continuing to speak the truth.

Naddy said...don't tell Aiden. I think maybe...you are Aiden. Naddy said- don't tell. It is...Naddy's fault. She...smells good.

It is perhaps, a final attempt to direct the panthers attention elsewhere, his garbled words entirely true within their essence, the boy utterly unable to lie to his companion, even as a child. It is his vague description of Nadya's 'scent' perhaps that leads to some indication of her powers, the full force of them having been unleashed upon the Leopard over and over. After all, he dislikes being touched and without such influence would surely never have allowed the woman to do such a thing at all, though whether such a thing will be realised remains to be seen as Tobias moves to shift slightly, testing Tetradores patience perhaps as he makes some attempt to roll back over, to see if he may be allowed to scramble out from beneath him. His form remains low, ears folded back as he moves to very near crawl out from beneath the other in an evident state of disgrace- or seemingly so, that posture rapidly beginning to change within mere seconds of pulling himself free before the leopard very near pivots in place, the claws of his right paw unsheathed and swung violently towards the panthers face, fully intending to draw blood as he whirls on Tetradore now, the ever unpredictable leopard evidently having decided to stand his ground. It has been years since Tetradore has proven his Alpha status, since he has proven to be stronger and as such Tobias is seemingly determined to test it now, to demand the other man give him a reason to bow down and restore order. That spotted tail lashes, golden gaze fixated on the panther as a significantly more challenging snarl hisses from between his lips, the leopard stepping deliberately back forward now, attempting to force Tetradore to step back in submission. Someone, evidently, has gotten a little too big for his boots.

There is no hate in his actions, no dislike, after all, Tetradore is his favoured being. He is merely doing as animals do, demanding a reason to follow, confused entirely by what it is he has seemingly done wrong and as such is determined to question it directly.

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