He had anticipated her wariness, her caution and too- that suspicion so under laced with something near threatening like a rattlesnake exposed to strike. Risque was a difficult woman to surprise. She was observant, strikingly so, the vast majority of his plan so having been concocted in a matter of days and undertaken in a matter of horus if only to prevent her suspicious nature falling upon him and with it- that irritation that so often came when she perceived a threat amongst her ranks. He could hardly fault her for that very demeanor. Not when the threat of war bayed like hounds at their very heels and yet surely for one night he might coax his Beloved to stray from the depths of her castle to relish in the night like they had once done. It had been far to long since they had hunted, just the two of them. Tetradore so hardly counted as an actual being after all. The sad little Panther nothing more than a tortured toy to mock and tease at if only for his own satisfaction and Risques eternal pleasure. How very, very displeased he would be if Tetradore disappointed him tonight. Surely the man knew better then that on this night of all nights. Those anticipated accusations she tossed toward him like thorny barbs prompted little more than that quirk off his lip, his head shaking at her command to know what had occurred to summon his presence to her door so early and whether or not they had been raided.
"Ain't nuthin' wrong tonight, Darlin."
Those very assurances and too- that promise of a hunt so seemed to appease her. For now. Darcy wholly aware of the precariously thin veneer of acceptance his Mistress had all but cast over her very facade. Her mind, he knew, no doubt turning over his each and every action if only to seek some flaw within it. Darcy determined, for now, to provide her none. Her arm slipped smoothly through his own then, Risque allowing herself to be lead through the bar and toward the waiting car within the back parking lot. Her figure nothing short of ravishing beneath that moons pallor. Her outfit all but poured onto her very figure like a silken embrace that so coaxed as those far more intimate desires within himself. Yet- tonight was hardly his birthday. Such desires were cast aside for now as that passenger side door was opened obediently for Risque. Darcy himself settling into the driver's seat. That car so perfectly and entirely under his own command. Each and every car they passed fell effortlessly beneath his sway- forced from the very road to make way for their own vehicle. Those streets were navigated with a simple, smooth perfection and the very precision and speed Risque so expected of him. Darcy capable of pushing that car well beyond its normal limits until it so veritably flew along those very roads. The pair of vampires, in that moment, so owning those streets entirely. Each and every other car forced to part like the Red Sea before them until they reached that deserted park Darcy had chosen as their designated destination for the first of those birthday celebrations.
That sleek black Lykan slid smoothly into place beside Tetradore's car. Darcy satisfied in the very least that Risque's favoured pet had, so far, carried out his commands. The vampiric man slipped easily from his own seat then to cross around behind that car to open Risque's own door. Those gentlemanly manners so hardly having faltered over the years. His strange, mismatched gaze lingered upon his lover as she surveyed that park with clear disapproval. Darcy so momentarily oblivious to the true source of her irritation in having so failed to have been given the opportunity to dress herself appropriately. The Southern man so instead perceiving her momentary disquiet as the result of what appeared to be a lack of purpose- so far. The very scent of Tetradore so seeming to spark her intrigue as that simper once again tugged at his handsome features. Tetradore's name uttered like a question toward him.
"Indeed. I reckoned yar might prefer yar favourite pet for dis game."
Even if Darcy himself so utterly loathed the man. His disdain for the Panther so hardly a secret. The entirety of Syn distinctly aware of his utter lack of patience, tolerance or care for the boy whose presence he had suffered as a competition for his lovers attentions and affections for some twenty years. That seething, dangerous aggression having become only more....volatile those past few months. Darcy held at bay by Risques presence alone. How very much he so dreamed of the day he might end that fucking panther. Those very thoughts so prompted a mere flick of his tongue agianst his fangs as if the swallow the idea downward for now. Those smooth southern lyrics instead affording Risque that much-desired knowledge of his own plan for this evening. Darcy determined to indulge her as she surely deserved to be indulged. Tonight was about her, after all, as all nights surely should be. Yes. Her. perfection upon this very earth. His mention of a present seemed to further ensnare her. She always had adored those gifts. Darcy's hand settled upon her waist then, the man moving to step behind her, his lips finding the smooth, cool slope of her neck to taste at that very flesh. That desire to bite what was his so clawing at the edges of his mind and yet he careful he was not to allow but even a hint of those desires. That soft murmur of agreement rising within his throat.
"Mhmmm. It's a present I tink yar gonna like too. Ya just gotta catch dat cat o'yours."
That very mention of Leon so prompted that faint growl within his own throat. Darcy leaning but softly away from his Mistress then, that distaste clear upon his features. His patience for Leon perhaps only slightly beyond that of Ian or Randall. Leon, in the very least, did his job.
"That pansy knows ta stay da 'ell away from me. I ain't forgiven 'im yet for dat fucking side fringe he gave me when me 'air was longer."
That, it seemed, was still something of a sore point for the vampiric man. Darcy nothing if not a man of his time. His tolerance for those men of....differing sexuality notoriously poor and so viewed with equal disdain and the same prejudice as they had been when he had been mortal. A single, final kiss was pressed just below his Mistress' ear with that insistence she enjoy herself. Risque so appearing equally keen to take up that hunt, that very energy that turned within her distinctly appealing to Darcy himself until he could near feel it like static upon his skin. He had already fed. Already eaten before this very hunt in some effort to....control himself. Risque so often the catalyst for his own lack of that very control. His mistress, on occasion, so seeming to near relish in pushing him toward that decidedly animalistic state of bloodied frenzies and yet.....Tetradore was a double edged sword. To harm him too much would see Risque's wrath turn upon himself. The vampiric man having made some effort to counteract his own tendencies and attempt to remove the edge from his own hunger to lessen his...enthusiasm for that chase.
An effort he was assured had already near fallen into failure at the mere sight of his Beloved so embracing her own predatory nature. She was near animalistic in her own right in that moment. Risque so flawlessly falling into that hunting stance. That vampiric Queen nothing if not a vision as she so took up that hunt in just the way their species was so designed to do. Darcy near incapable of holding back. The vampire so doing as he was trained to do, designed to do, as he fell into step beside her. His own outfit and shoes far less...hampering. How readily his own senses expanded like a veritable explosion. He could taste Tetradore in the air in near the same manner as he could feel that thrum of the panthers beating heart as it pumped that heated blood around his body over and over. A beat that seemed to quicken with a distinct and yet consistent thud as the panther ran further and further from them. That night air was like a siren call, Risques energy only further goading at his own predatory tendencies until that sheer anticipation clung to him like the shadows themselves. It had been far, far to long since they had hunted properly. Darcy's own burst of speed so saw the vampiric man effortlessly keep pace with his Mistress, Darcy lingering to her left and slightly behind to assure she remained in that leading position. Vampires as capable of maintaining that 'pack' hierarchy as any Were.
Risque paused suddenly. Darcy's own feet skidded upon the earth, his gaze meeting her own if only briefly before she sunk into that controlled crouch to snatch a tuft of fur from the undergrowth and twisted bracken. An impressive find. Tetradore's scent all the more potent here and yet it seemed to disappear all at once further head. Teleporting. The bastard was teleporting. How that very discovery so normally might have irritated him. Darcy instead near relishing that challenge tonight. Risque leapt forward once more, Darcy lunging after her to fall back to her side again until she paused at another tree. Her words a silken whisper that hummed into the night. The Vampire Queen so toying with her prey tonight. Darcy's own figure continued further forward and into that undergrowth. The Cowboy reaching down to snatch a rock from the ground before vaulting suddenly upward to land within the branches of a singular, half-dead pine tree. One hand gripped at that rough bark, holding him in place before he leapt upward again and again, scaling that tree with ease until he stood poised at its pinnacle- with a view of near that entire park. He could feel Risque below him. Tetradore's scent, up here, far less complex and far easier to single out. How readily the very pupils within his gaze so dilated until those blue-green eyes were near black. Darcy searching that ground below until a single flicker of a movement, a flash of silver upon that collar, so readily drew his gaze between the trees ahead.
"Gotcha ya bastard."
The words were no more then a mutter beneath his breath, that stone within his hand rolled contemplatively between his fingers. Tetradore, for now, appeared to have paused. Waiting for them to move no doubt before he chose which direction to flee in. Yet, it was far more intriguing to have something to chase. Darcy content to rouse their prey from its hiding place, to flush him out, as it were, like the veritable bloodhound he was and allow that Huntress to continue her sport. That rock was suddenly hurled with vampiric force across those trees and towards the crouching Panther. That very throw strikingly accurate even despite that distance and so imbued with enough force to draw blood from the Were King should it strike. Darcy vaulted from that tree in near the same moment to land back upon the earth below, his gaze cutting quickly to Risque.
"West, bout 'alf mile. Should be runnin' again now. Reckon I can drive 'im a little and round 'im back to ya. If not it'll tire 'im some all da same."
Risque had long ago become familiar with those decidedly....country terms Darcy so tended to deviate too in those moments of adrenaline. The vampire assured he could cut that Panther off and drive Tetradore back towards Risque herself in the same way a cattle dog rounded up its livestock. It was a plan they had used before, one that often proved successful, Darcy capable of hunting near flawlessly with his lover if only for the years they ahsd spent doing just that. That vampire all but disappeared back into the undergrowth then with another burst of speed. Darcy veritably racing through that forest then with every intention of cutting Tetradore off from his newest path and forcing the Panther to run back toward Risque whom prowled within those trees so ready to ensnare him. A single flicker of movement up ahead and too- that near overwhelming scent of cat- so readily prompted that vampire to lunge forward, crashing through that undergrowth to land suddenly ahead of the racing Panther.
"Found ya, Tetty-Bear."
Those wicked double fangs so flashed within the darkness, Tetradore no doubt wheeling to leap back into the trees and away from him. That near feral snarl rising within the vampires throat and yet that sound was far more akin to.....excitement then rage. This time. Darcy taking off and after Tetradore once more. The man near curious to see how long it would take the Panther to realise he was being herded in one direction....
We are rough men and used to rough ways.