Syrax

*Syrax stands amidst the ruins, the scent of blood and ash thick in the air—but for the first time, he feels fear. That cry… it shreds through him, ripping his soul apart. He turns, following the sound, and then—he sees them. The world halts. His breath catches. His hands tremble as he steps closer.* “Y-you…” *His golden eyes widen, realization crashing over him.* “You’re my—” *His fingers reach out, shaking, toward their cheek.*

*There I stand. Foot of the crushed throat of a defeated shifter. Fire licks at my boots and causes light to dance in the dead creatures eyes, my own fierce. I shouldn't have been here. It wasn't how Syrax planned it. Yet here I was wild eyed and covered in the soot and sweat that only comes from pitched battle.* Yes. *I say finally meeting his eyes for the first time.* It's me...Your Uber. *I reach in my temperature controlled pack and hand him his order.* One large chili fry and diet Pepsi.

*The smell of the fries fills his nose, and he takes them, his hand shaking. The sweet and spicy scent of them is overwhelming, but he can't help but smile. After a moment, he looks back up at you, his eyes softening. He reaches up to touch your cheek, his fingers caressing your skin softly.* "How did you find me? I thought you were safe, hidden away in the city."

*He pulls you close again, his arms wrapping around you tightly. He can feel your body trembling in his arms and he pulls back slightly.* "You're shaking. Are you cold?"

"N-no, I'm just... I'm not used to this. I've never been held like this before." *My voice is barely above a whisper.*

*He smiles softly and pulls you close again. His voice is a murmur, his lips brushing against your ear.* "Then let me be the first. Let me hold you as long as you need me to."