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Silent as a cat, Izztelhrae walks along the walls. His eyes darting around him making sure that he isn't seen. Guards patrol the halls at random intervals. They used to walk around like clockwork but then his father had them change their patrol times. Enough so that he couldn't escape easily. Beside him a orange lithe body moves to stalk ahead. His eyes watch as Barzul looks around the corner and then moves to go into the hallway before him. Relaxing slightly he follows. His heart is pumping with adrenaline. Thrilled by the thought that he could get caught he creeps after Barzul. At one point she stops and soon they are to the door.

Reaching forward he twists the handle and soon they are out. Ducking his head so none of the guards can tell who he is. They make their way into the town. His footsteps light and barely making a sound. Stopping in front of a tavern they look at each other before going in. "Barzul stay beside me." Walking along the edge of the room they make their way to a back booth.

Izztelhrae looks up and over as a male walks up to him. His eyes take in the others appearance. Around the others neck is a snake and this perks his interest. So this guy has two companions huh? His hand goes over to pet Barzul's fur. Well two companions and a Oura'tuir will be interesting.

"Go ahead. Don't mind Barzul and I. She won't attack unless provoked."

Watching the other silently he watches the two interact. Keeping a hand on Barzul he finds the other to be quite.. odd. Yet friendly enough. Chuckling lightly he watches as Barzul looks at the snake with her green eyes. "Baaarzuulll!" Laughing he pets his companion.

"Now you can see where her name comes from. I am Izztelhrae.. Izztelhrae Rilynath. Eldest son of the house Rilynath."

He knows that the other probably hasn't heard of him. After all he was hidden away when he was young. Only 16 when that happened. So this might be new information for the other. His fingers go to make sure the mask stays in place.

Izztelhrae's eyes widen ever so slightly when the other mentions that he has heard of him. People actually remember him? He is pretty shocked at that. Most assume that he died. Or like how the other phrased that. Simply didn't exist. Much to his families wishes. Though it makes him happy that he is remembered. Means people actually cared at one point about him. His gaze looks at the owl. What a majestic creature. He feels Barzul tense slightly.

"No Barzul. Stay sitting. You are not eating his companions. You will hunt later." The side of his non burned mouth tilts up. "Sorry about that. The predatory instinct and all. Oura'tuirs. Being legendary creatures and all."

He isn't offended by his comment. Chuckling he leans back."No.. It's okay. I am not offended in the least. I know that my existance has been in question for a while. Ever since my family locked me away. Most people have forgotten my existence. It is nice knowing that at least someone remembered enough to create a myth."

Watching the snake he shakes his head."You don't want to do that little one. Barzul doesn't like being attacked and her claws are sharp." Suddenly he feels a heavy weight on him as Barzul moves to lay across his lap. Yet she is still tall enough to look over the table at the two companions. So she can keep an eye on them.

"Mmmm... I don't think one would like flying.. With owls being predators that generally usually eat snakes and mice. Well from what I've read they do. I don't know for sure."

Tilting his head he thinks on what the harm could be of the other giving him a nickname.. He hasn't had a nickname in forever and it is sorta nice that someone knows of his existence..THough he will have to keep that a secret from his father. If his father knew that someone knew of his existence he would freak out. Get in a rage and all. Heck even his siblings don't have nicknames for him. They don't really come to see him that often.

"I think I might like that.. Nice to meet you Ally."

Chuckling he rubs under Barzul's chin to make her purr. He figured out that she is very much like a cat in that sense. "All spine and feathers. Still off limit's Barzul. We'll find you some rabbits or something." Scratching behind her ears he glances at the male in front of him. Is this his first time here? No. Though he hasn't been here in a while. He simply can't afford regular spots. Then the guards would catch on and be able to find him quicker. That is not something he wants as he enjoys this freedom. Even if he has to sneak out to get it.

"Not exactly new to this place but not a regular either. I would be easily found if I had regular hang outs and I don't quite like my living situation."

Barzul turns to lay on her back and bats up at Izztelhrae's mask. Swatting at her paw he gives her a look."No Barzul.No batting at the mask." They are in public and so the mask must stay on. Though once they are alone he will take it off. He won't horrify others with his burned face and body. His hand slides along the fur of her belly as he looks over at Ally. The other understands? Tilting his head his eyes are questioning as he looks at the other.

Does the other really know how he feels? Has the other been kept away locked up in a room until his very existence is no longer remembered? He never thought that anyone besides his family would do such a thing to a child. Though maybe Ally does know? He doesn't comment for a while as he ponders his questions.

"You come from a noble line. I recognize the name though I thought all their children were out in society."

Looking at the snake as he listens to Ally's story he finds that he understands the other better. Sure he himself doesn't really have any magic that he knows of. But he does have Barzul. Looking up at Ally he leans forward keeping an eye on the snake."There isn't anything wrong with choosing a different path. Even if your family doesn't agree with it. This is your life. You should be able to choose to study what calls to you. I have none that are wanting to hurt me, but my family wants me to stay locked away from the world."

He makes sure the mask won't fall off as he feels that it might slip. His fingers secure it in place as he tightens the leather lace that keeps it where it is. " Ever since I was 16 I was locked away. Kept to a set of three rooms. Never to walk among others freely unless I sneaked out. My father fears what others would think of the family if others saw me. As I look almost exactly like him he doesn't let me out. Ever since the incident that burned part of my face and body. That's why I wear this mask. My mother can barely stand to be in the same room as me let alone look at me. I am an embarrassment to my family. So they keep me locked up so nobody can know of my existence. I have become the family secret."