The foul odor of death suddenly wafted into the air as the mysterious horror cast its breath into the air, approaching its prey. The smell drifted down wind and caught the attention of Azazel. His face twisted at the stench and he drew his hand across his nostrils. His other hand caressed the jeweled hilt of a concealed rapier. Something lurked in the brush, growing closer. It's decrepit breath smelled like that of a mad wolf gone man eater. Digesting human flesh fuming in it's gullet. But the guttural rumble of its ragged breathing resembled that of no earthly animal. Azazel spun around, his eyes following where his ears detected the sound. It was dark and difficult to see, but the slowly moving silhouette of a monstrous creature subtly came into view, passing overhead on creaking branches and rustling leaves. The thing appeared to have another interest, though who or what was beyond the cautions Azazel. He knelt down, staying silent, as the shadows that patterned the ground below him began to quiver and roil.