there will be a head for you, a tail for me?




"Ouch!"

A yelp of sorts is forced from the younger man's lips as a rather well placed pain pellet slams painfully into his ribs, a scowl of sorts crossing his features, displeased with Tetradore's shot in this moment as he moves to rub at his side before returning fire, unaware entirely that the other man had found his own method of cheating through his use of their pack bound, so easily pinpointing the deviant in these moments, another pellet exploding against his shoulder, a bruise already beginning to blossom beneath his tanned skin as his own fire falls heavily against Tetradore, the other man seemingly having become distracted in these moments, a distraction Tobias is content to take advantage of until the sharper sound of his companions voice sees him hesitate, this momentary agitation within the other mans voice seeing the younger fellow halt near instantly.

"What is...Jesus?"

That this may not be the time to discuss religion has not occurred to the shaggy haired young man, dark eyes moving quickly to follow his chosen Alpha's gaze, his own predatory senses rapidly engaged in this moment as a purr of satisfaction ripples within his throat at the sight of the small white creature beneath the trash can Tetra moves to lift. The soft chuckle that moved to part the lips of the other man sees the boys own curiosity heightened in these moments, a momentary image of sorts finding place within his own fractured mind, those tendrils of understanding seizing upon Tetradore own memory in a way, this pack bond perhaps providing a mere glimpse into this shared childhood memory of attempting to hunt their first rabbit as cubs. He remembered chasing it, remembered falling over Tetra in his attempts to grab it, the other boy becoming just as entangled as they struggled to corner it, there combined hunting performance nothing short of embarrassing and yet they had been mere boys- there eventual victory one even Tobias remembers between the fog of his dilapidated mind, a simple nod offered in this moment in response to his companions raised brow, wordlessly acknowledging this shared moment that both still clung too. Tobias however, is no longer a child, no longer a cub with paws to big and a desire to play near as powerful as his desire to hunt, a need to kill the weakened creature far outweighing any desire for frivolity in this moment as the crack and snap of bone insinuates his own change- the man rapidly replaced with the leopard now as those golden eyes widen, pupils dilating within the gloom to focus upon his prey.

He is a practised hunter now, a creature whom has survived based upon this instinct alone, his own unique affinity assuring that when it comes to the hunt- the boy simply does not fail, this ability developed and honed through so many years alone. A rumbling growl peels from within parted lips, spotted tail lashing in delight before he suddenly launches, claws extended to seize the creature that hides against the back wall, his instincts assuring him of his success in this. It is merely a moment, a touch against his own mind that seems to speak of panic and fear, one moving to extend from the rabbit herself, the first indication, perhaps, that this is not just a mere rabbit, that this may indeed be another Were and yet.... Tobias remains content to ignore it. He is playful perhaps, in so many ways and yet a darker side to his nature remains still, an undefinable cruelty that no amount of care or neutering as a child may have ever stamped out, a darker, more shadowy part to his own animalistic nature the relishes bring harm to others before they can harm him. Some part of himself, perhaps, is entirely aware that this is not merely a rabbit and yet....he sees no need to inform Tetra of such things, nor consider it entirely to deeply, a desire to kill seeming to overpower him entirely as he abruptly shifts once more, hoisting the rabbit up by the scruff of her neck, leaving the poor creature to dangle from his hands in a no doubt humiliating manner.

"Let's....eat it."

He is hungry after all, so much of his night spent running and fighting within the Ark, their own game of paintball having assured the creature remains hungry still as he moves to step back onto the main floor of the warehouse, the bunny still within his grasp, ignoring any kicking and flailing it may be attempting as he motions for Tetra to follow, padding barefoot across the floor and towards the kitchen. It is a forever tidy part of the warehouse, Birdie constantly feeling the need to clean and tidy, the boy having watched her wash dishes and prepare meal after meal within it. This desire to near obsessively watch others however, has served him well in this moment as he simply moves to reach into the nearest draw, right hand gripping what is very evidently a meat cleaver, his other hand moving to attempt to hold the rabbit down upon the bench as the weapon twists expertly within his hand, the boy far to familiar with it to truly have anyone believe this is the first time he has ever held it, dark eyes fixing with delight upon his companion now.

"Does Tetra want.....head or....tail?"

Evidently, Were or not, the younger man hardly cares, nor does he understand why Tetra would mind. A meal is a meal, Risqué never yet having given him a rabbit to play with and as such the boy is content to make the most of it. Childish he may be in so many ways and yet....there is a vile darkness to him, a truly dangerous undercurrent that is content to show itself in this moment, pausing only long enough for Tetradore to decide which end he wants, blade entirely ready to break the poor creature in half.

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