[b][i]Zephyr[/i][/b]

As Zephyr approached the portal, he felt eyes on him and turned to meet the amber eyes of what seemed to be a Succubus. [i]"Intriguing,"[/i] she murmured, her eyes fixed on his arm. Zephyr was used to attention to his scales. At this point, he didn't care, especially if it meant the attention of a gorgeous creature like her. They reached the portal at roughly the same time, but before he could say anything in response a human started speaking, laying on more charm than virtually anyone he'd ever met. Did people still bow? Stifling a smirk, Zephyr focused his attention on the swirling surroundings that made up the portal.

The portal shifted with a sudden jerk that would have made a less stable person than Zephyr stumble, as dense blue fog descended. [i]"There just [b]has[/b] to be fog everywhere, doesn't there?"[/i] He muttered to himself, and then winced as a high pitched ringing filled his ears. There was a flash, the pitch of the sound increased until it was unbearable. Then, finally, it stopped. Zephyr's head ached, but he seemed to have managed better then the human, who was on the floor and mumbling something about never using the portal again. There were two others in the room as well, the second of which he almost didn't notice. A tiny green pixie on the arm of a Nocturne, babbling away. A long hall stretched ahead of him. The tenth floor, nice. Which must mean his dorm room was H? What Zephyr didn't see, however, was doors.

There were numbers that shone softly a few feet above the dark carpet, but he had no idea what their significance could be. He glanced towards the Nocture and pixie. They had been here first, and hopefully knew what to do. [i]"I don't supposed any of you know where 10-H is?"[/i] He stated wryly, fixing his pale eyes on them.[i]"I'm Zephyr. Demon. Druid."[/i] He added shortly, getting any necessary introduction out of the way. Interestingly, he already felt more secure here. In the small town where he'd previously lived, humans had often had violent and terrified reactions to the nature of his being. Amusing though it often was, it had also gotten grating. Here, though, was none of that, although the steel like scales on his arm did stand out.