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[center][b]Location: The Lagoon.[/b]
[b]Interactions: [@TheWindel].[/b]
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[color=blue]"I will set to work making the dog talk,"[/color] Azrael began, crossing his arms as he stared down at the werewolf in disgust. [color=blue]"But I'm far more skilled with killing than I am causing pain, so do not be surprised if it ends up dead by accident."[/color]

Moving over to the wolf, making a sweeping motion with his arm as he manifested his quintessence, he grabbed it by the scruff of the neck and held its throat close to the edge of the burning blade. Leaning in closer, and ignoring the smell of burnt hair that rose to assault his senses, Azrael locked gazes with the wolf.

[color=blue]"First things first mutt,"[/color] he growled. [color=blue]"Why have you mobilized, hmm? Trouble near the entrance perhaps? Secondly,"[/color]-he presses the blade up against the mongrels throat, causing it to whimper slightly as its flesh starts to blacken and char-[color=blue]"I want to know your plans. Patrols, troop movements, that kind of thing."[/color]

He continues to stare at his prisoner, his eyes practically boring into the wolves soul.

[color=blue]"Finally, I want to know the safest route out of this place, as well as information on what we can expect upon reaching the entrance. [I]And if you even think of lying to me, then by the Seventeen I will flay the flesh from your bones."[/I][/color]