Exhausted flight//Joiner

[elijah]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 9pt;"]It was a good thing Elijah had stumbled across the scene before his rats did. If it weren't for the fact that he was now living in The Typhoon again, he probably would have also viewed the poor creature as a free lunch, vision clouded from the possibility that the unconscious male had in fact been sentient. The boy scrunches his nose, wordlessly watching Goldenluxury moving across the beach to look at the small mammal laying limply across the ground. His eyes shift towards the gulls and other winged scavengers that stare curiously ahead, cautious because of the invisible game they called survival. Hesitant, he draws himself closer. He is being pulled by an ethereal force, a warm and glowing sense of compassion wraps about his heart. As he walks, paws sinking into gentle sands, Thirteen watches from above his head - the large rat idly assessing the two in front of the young demidemon as if in a protective manner. There is no danger here and yet there is an anxiety that rattles Elijah's bones, his rib cage expanding with his discomforted breaths.  While he does not think of The Typhoon as dangerous, he has grown to be weary of traps. A limp body could simply be bait.

The exchange, however, is harmless. His brows soften when he hears the bat cough up water, face morphing into that of concern when he recognises the exhaustion painted over the animal's features. His eyes were like jewels, twinkling the sunlight above him, untainted by the merciless sea. Elijah holds his lips together, pressing his wing against his side when he sees the creature's own appendages - the thin membrane which stretched from body to arms. He must have flown here, Thirteen deduces to the ragdoll. The rodent freezes for a moment, calculating a few more thoughts before relaxing his posture: Well? Go on, Elijah. Talk to the poor thing. Elijah quickly glances towards the Captain, jaws parting but the child unsure if the fem would be okay with him speaking up. After a few short moments, he takes a cold breath before expressing a warm smile. His blue eyes glimmer. "You're in The Typhoon," the demiangel begins, curling his tail behind him, "On an island, to be exact." He wonders if the unnamed stranger even knows what 'The Typhoon' means. He is sure any total outsider would be confused by the sound of it. "My name is Elijah and, uh, no. You're not dead... You're very alive, actually. Promitto!"

The beta takes a step back for a moment, seriousness washing over his smile. The bat is conscious and somewhat aware of his surroundings, coughing up the water he had swallowed. Elijah has very little knowledge on how to help victims who had almost drowned. He was amazed the creature was still alive. The boy tilts his head to the side, using his powers to begin manipulating the air around the bat to keep as much of a concentrated flow of oxygen as possible. It was the only thing he could think of in assisting the creature. If he were to try and rid of the water, he was afraid of causing more harm than good. "O cara..." he murmurs, wincing at the intensity of the splutters. The more he watched the bat cough and struggle, the more he thought about how lucky the creature was. Then again, maybe the stranger had wanted this. Maybe the stranger had had enough of living. He feels his own hairs rise at the back of his neck, the young Rosario shaking his head in an attempt to clear his mind of negativity.

He exhales another calm breath before glancing back at the unnamed mammal. "Do you remember what you were doing before you got here? We can help," he offers, though is unsure if Goldenluxury would agree. A lot, after all, had happened during his absence. He wasn't sure if the golden tiger was the same woman he had known when he was still a mere kitten. The fact that the former Quartermaster was now a golden tiger and the island's Captain already suggested how much she had experienced. Still, the boy continues the same compassion: "I've told you my name so what's yours?"