She nodded to the accepting of taking her into his arms, letting him do all the work as she could not, wrapping her arms around his shoulders until he finally lifted her up. Noctavia sighed into his shoulder, leaving her eyes slowly shut in the moments it took for him to finally reach her bedside to lay her gently down. She looked to him from an angle on her side, listening to his words to what he had to say and then peering away as she thought of them. The wolves within were restless and tried to find comfort in the idea, switching left and right to find the right or wrong answer whether to what they knew not. Torn were they in deciding - was it wrong to lie appropriately with another man while her mate for eternity was gone, or would it be fine? Noctavia did not know, but she was willing to test it and knew for herself that she found comfort in the arms of his, just as she did over hundreds of years ago when they were together, "Just this once, only if your word is promised, I'll allow it." she said in a low-soft tone, scooting over on her bed for him to lay down and curling under the covers against his side. His scent rushed over her and filled her insides to the very brim with bitter delight. She had almost forgotten what it was liked to be held so warmly by another now that Daiken had been gone for a while, but now she could remember, and slightly feel her lips curl as she nuzzled into his broad shoulder, "I had met Daiken, my mate when getting my tattoos recolored one night. It had to of been summer, if not earlier by the time, and I had been struck bored with being stuck in my room. Ryker, a dear friend to me, and my Beta has been wishing me to get out and get some air, but I refused. It was not worth my time until it really mattered most." She shrugged, taking a breath before continuing, "When he had come inside, I had no intentions of meeting the loner, at the time, and he smelt of Braveheart, the recent enemy of mine that had perished and divided. He had suggested I get a tattoo on my hip, and I told him if he could impress me by drawing me up an outline as to what the design would look like, I would get it. Before I knew it, my eyes were mesmerized by this, and I was already laying down in the chair having it put on." Noctavia chuckled, lifting up her shirt to see the black ink embedded into her skin of her right hipbone.
Before his eyes she revealed the tribal imprint of a wolf's black skull, a raven just above it with it's clawed talons locked inside the bone's eye sockets where a simple black rose was snapped between the wolf's clenched teeth. It was a remarkable tattoo, to what she cherished and will forevermore love for the rest of her life now that it held meaning to her. It made her smile, then fade as she missed her mate so dearly the warmer Axel's side was to her. She sighed and continued again to what she was saying, "After that, he had taken me to Finaqua, where we hunted together and then parted out separate ways. He had originally wanted to go with Braveheart, but as a wise loner would when meeting me, his opinion changed, and he did it to be a warrior of my ranks. He has taken me on many, many dates, and on my birthday he gave me an emerald and diamond necklace. I had it changed in his absence to fit my daily attire and finalized it to a neat amulet you see around my neck, here." Her hand touched the single emerald stone that hung from it's thread around her neck, bringing him up to see before putting it back down as she spoke, "He had not bought me with gifts, for I had told him that, but when we danced together that night of another year to add upon my shoulders, I never thought I could feel so happy again. He made me feel like a young wereling again, and still does. And on our last date, we shared our first kiss and he wished be a polite goodnight before dipping back to his duties. The fact he was patient with me, and took so much time out of his day to know me more above the rest was what made be love him and fall so fast. It still surprises me to this day as to how I got my head wrapped around all of it.. He purposed to me in the winter, weeks before he left at Wonderland, and on the night before his trip, we finally made love. And now, I'm left to be here, and wait for his return as I have news of his child inside me. I fear he will not accept it, as I don't know whether I should or not, to tell you the truth, it's so difficult being alone in such a vulnerable time..." Her happiness then disappeared with the rest of the color in her eyes, fading to a light green, an almost grey color as she looked down to her hands. It felt strange reliving her past and telling him so much of what she had been through with the male instead of waiting for him. But if he wished to know, then so be it, she told him.
Shivers crawled up her skin and the whispers rose up from the darkness in her corrupted mind....Show him what you've learned... Out of the blue, the emerald fire burned back up as an idea struck in her head due to the voices' suggestion. Noctavia glanced from the side of her vision to catch the sparkle hued in his titanium eyes before scooting out from the covers to sit up against the bedpost, "I did learn something while you were gone, and that was power. Ha, an old Elite, the one that Damian replaced had taught me a precious skill I don't think could be any better than having wereling strength." She chuckled, keeping her laughs short to point to the end of the bed, "Watch." the Alphess whispered into his ear, leaning on him in her seat as she looked forwards to think of what she would create. Rolling her eyes, she thought she'd make the background a bit more cliche and make him believe it was just 'magic'. She held out her hand in front of her mouth and blew into her palm, projecting a wind of sparkled dust to fly off her fingers from no where and into the air surrounding the bed. The room went dark under her command, warping the room into what appear to be a stone cell, bars attached from the floor to the ceiling, cobwebs draping from every corner. She added the loud noises of criminals in the darkness, picturing an exact replica of Axel within the lonesome cell strapped to the ground with chains. He was shirtless, something she found very sexy as she morphed his body to ripple against the restrains keeping him down and unable to change because of the beast. She knew what it was like to feel trapped, as she was on the night of her first shift. Flashing her eyes to the image, her wolves within growled and erupted their snarls to project Axel's beastly red soul trying to reach out of him to get free, thrashing it's claws into the air around the trapped man's chest and head to make it look like the criminal was fighting himself from the inside out.
What do you think.. she asked through to the mind, holding the image easily still.