Forgotten

[Ezrihel]

Her tear stained face looks up at him pitifully. Her hair is an absolute mess and her green eyes are red and puffy, swollen from her sobbing. He notices how her bottom lip quivers, almost teasing him, tempting him. His body is alive, nearly jittery in response to how utterly vulnerable she was. A fresh tear slips down her cheek, caressing her soft jawline before dripping onto the barren floor of the Nexus. His attention is drawn to her neck. Her skin is pale, it looks so soft and delicate, like the petals of a spring flower.

She swallows and clears her throat, trying to speak more clearly. Ezrihel twitches just a little, too subtle for most people to catch it but otherwise remains unchanged. His jaw tenses, keeping his tongue from licking his lips out of temptation. He too swallows but for a much different reason than the pink haired teen.

"Oh my dear, you have no reason to be afraid. You're in the Nexus, the so called 'hub' of the Omniverse. You must be a new Prime. Don't worry darling, being drug here is always a little bit traumatic."

She takes his hand, holding on to it as if were her only life line cast out in a vast ocean. A shiver runs up Ezrihel's spine and he adjusts to compensate, straightening his back out a bit more.  "My name is Ezrihel von Althaus, The Grand High Inquisitor of Aufsteingen Stadt, though I'm almost certain that means almost nothing to any person but myself-"

This girl screeched when Noctem touched her, flailing and practically crawling up Ezrihel's arm before finding her face pressed against his chest. With how close she was to him, she could likely feel the slow pulse of his heartbeat through his robes- not that it was abnormal, in fact, his hearts normally beat much slower than a human's.

He gave a few surprised blinks before wrapping his arms around her in a gentle embrace, softly patting her back. "Hey- hey, it's okay now. Noctem isn't going to hurt you, isn't that right girl?" The end of his sentence was directed at his mount, his words curling in a baby-ish tone as he reaches a hand up to pet Noctem's left cheek.

But deep down, deep deep down, he feels a disgusting satisfaction from the situation. Step into my parlor... He draws in a deep breath, taking in her scent and committing it to memory, before letting out a sigh. He tilts his head back, obscuring his face from her as his eyes roll back and close. He, in every way to the girl at least, appears to be contemplating something, something that was likely inconsequential. Her scent is delightfully succulent to him. It was almost to good to be true; a weak creature drawn to him so easily he hadn't even had need to put in effort.

For a long moment he cradles her fragile frame in his arms and reassures her that all will be better some day. Like a small child she clings to him and nuzzles her face into his chest. He can feel her small upturned nose pushing against his skin as she seeks an escape from her worries.

She whimpers about her name being lost to her, her slender fingers bunching up his clothes as she holds him tightly. "A name is a very troublesome thing to lose indeed. However," he pauses for a moment, his arms moving to fully support her weight as he stands up, scoping her up and holding her in the process, "you shouldn't worry too much about it. The Omniverse allows you to become whatever you want to be, so it may be much more fitting for you to choose a new name for yourself."

With little delay, Noctem senses his command for her and she lays on the floor, spreading her right forearm out. With the grace of a jaguar he scales the dragon's arm with the girl in tow. Reaching Noctem's back, he places the girl down easy in the black leather riding saddle. "Now, it is most clear that you would like my protection. Tell me young miss, do you remember anything from before you came to the Omniverse?"

He reaches over to one of the saddle bags and unzips it. Quickly he locates one of several of his travel blankets. This one is made of thick black wool, very soft and trimmed around the edges with red and silver dyed wool. The design wicked moisture away from the user to keep them both dry and warm, a rather important detail for high altitude travelling. With a tender touch he wraps the woolen blanket around the girl as he sets to buckling her in. "You should try to stay warm. The wind will make you pretty cold without something to cover up with."

He zips the bag back up and climbs into the saddle, sitting directly in front of her. He straps himself in, making certain that all their straps are firmly secured as he does so. Feeling his mental desire to get to moving, Noctem stands. Being so used to flying, this sudden upward movement didn't even phase the blonde man. He gives a backwards glance to the girl, huddled deep in the large blanket. "You might want to hold on to something Miss, take off isn't the most gentle for those with no flying experience."

And with that Noctem's haunches tense, her rump sinking as her wings pull in close to her sides. Suddenly she launches up high into the air, her brightly feathered wings unfurling to catch unseen air currents as she carried the both of them towards the Pale Moor's gate.