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[center][b]Location: The Lagoon.[/b]
[b]Interactions: Open.[/b]
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Azrael calmly slashed the throat of the last werewolf that had been pestering him, his expression one of pure ice as he stared down at the sputtering mutt that was slowly choking on its own blood. Dispelling his quintessence, and taking a few seconds to adjust himself to odd currents of energy now churning throughout his insides, the fallen seraph turned away from the bloody scene and headed back to where he had last seen Velo and Raula, only to find the vampire gone.

[color=blue]"Hmph. How typical that a creature born of shadow scurries away at the first sign of trouble,"[/color] he muttered, staring at the patch of ground she had once occupied, his eyes narrowed into slits. Granted, he couldn't exactly blame her for running. Her ultimate goal seemed to be very similar to his own, that being escape, and as such running would be the most logical course of action. That and hiding. Still the fact she had fled, even after they'd seemingly finalized their deal, irked him. 

Not that there was anything he could do about it now though. So, pushing those thoughts aside for the time being, Azrael took some time to consider his next move. If he advanced alone then he was at major risk of dying since no one would be there to pull his ass out of the fire, but on the other hand [i]should[/i] he travel with some other prisoner's, then he ran the risk of betrayal.

The situation was an indecisive one to say the least.