There was little that he could do or say in this situation. He had fucked up, that much was evident and there was no way for him to get around this without a lost to his pride; something that he desperately clung to with this current situation.  A dark look thrown in her direction and he went off on his own to warm up and practice. Away from her, away from the judgmental eyes of the other dancers, some place where he could be alone and where he could try to figure out what to do about his current situation.<br/><br/>A smaller dance studio became his salvation. The small room was rarely ever used by anyone anymore, not since the company had taken on Athan as their primary dancer. It could never house the dancers properly for their rehearsals and so a larger space had been built. Until today, its primary function was for storage, which was evident with the boxes of old gear that was stacked into the corner. When he entered the fine layer of dust that had developed was kicked into the air, disturbed by his presence. Long and strong strides carried him to the center of the room, his back to the mirrors.<br/><br/>Not a sound filled this space now, nothing at all for he did not breathe and his heart surely did not beat so he was left with the utter and complete silence that could only be experienced by the dead. With no music to accompany he was left with the option to improvise and (if he still had one) to dance from the soul. Slow, at first, he moved as if he sought that inner beat and rhythm that once came so easily to me. Difficult it was at the start, because he could just<span style="font-style: italic">feel</span>it or the lack of it. Felt himself lacking that element that he knew came so easily to the others; a spark that went before technique, the spark that he only seemed to have when he was with Tempest.<br/><br/>The more he struggled, the more his rage got the better of him and the more he left technique behind. Soon he just moved for the sake of movement, just to<span style="font-style: italic">feel</span>that.  Limbs thrown about with reckless abandon, his body thrown into the air with grace and power that his “human” body should not have been able to manage. Finally, he was back in the center of the room and there he entered into a series of pirouettes that seemed to have no end. One after another, faster and faster he spun until the room about him was a blur and at last there was a sound to be heard. The sound of the air as it whistled past his ears from the speed of his turns.<br/><br/>“Careful,” a familiar voice joined in on the whistling.  “You are going to wear a groove in the floor that is not easily explained…”<br/><br/>On the next turn out he stepped and moved the action even faster than if he had been standing still due to the momentum he had built from his spins. So that in the span of half a second, he was in the face of that familiar voice, fangs bared and eyes burning red.<br/><br/>“Like you care!”  he practically shouted in Colt’s face though the werewolf barely blinked in the face of his rage.<br/><br/>“About you? Not really, but I do care about this building and the people who have to work here, so I would rather you not fuck it up while you are having a temper tantrum,” the wolf replied coolie to the back of Athan who had used his speed to carry him away to the center of the room again.<br/><br/>“Since when do you care about anything?” the question spat out as more of an accusation than anything else.<br/><br/>“Recently,” Colt replied with a shrug. “I like it here and I would like to stay here. You know, as long as someone does not fuck it up for the rest of us,” tone that had once been indifferent shifted to threatening, while the hands that had once been happy in his pockets were now enveloped his arm that had been crossed over his chest.<br/><br/>The threatening tone and stance were not loss on Athan who crossed his own arms and squared off a bit so as to not be shown up by the common<span style="font-style: italic">Mutt</span>. “Yes, well you don’t have to worry I am just having a hard time…feeding lately…” he admitted begrudgingly. “I will figure it out then everything will be back to normal.”<br/><br/>“Right…<span style="font-style: italic">normal</span>,” Colt said with a sigh and lowered his arms. “Look, just get your shit together, because when you are like this Tempest has a hard time and I would rather not have her or the company suffers because you can’t keep it together.”<br/><br/>Athan was not sure, but he could have sworn that he heard pity…or perhaps sympathy in Colt’s voice. As if the bastard really did actually care. Who would have thought that would ever have happened? “Fine,” he sighed. “I just have to figure out a new way to hunt is all…” the last comment was said more to himself than anything else.<br/><br/>“Or,” Colt’s voice cut through his thoughts like a hot knife through butter. “You could just let go of the one thing you can never have…”<br/><br/>Now, Athan was certain without a doubt that he heard pity and sadness in his words. Though, before he could press him for his tone, the wolf had already left the room. The vampire was once again alone…in the silence and for the first time in a very long time he was scared.<br/><br/>When he finally returned to the rest of the group, he sought out Tempest, “We need to talk.”