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[center][b]Location: The Lagoon.[/b]
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Azrael rolled his eyes, easing up slightly now that the wolf had decided to talk. While he would have simply killed the mutt and moved on, the fact that their absence would be noticed gave him pause. Granted the bastard could have been lying, but at this point he couldn't afford being wrong. He was so close to escape. For the first time in thousands of years he was almost out of this lightless hell.

He couldn't fuck this up.

[color=blue]"It is not my age that makes my methods sloppy werewolf,"[/color] he hissed, his eyes narrowing into slits. [color=blue]"It is the fact that I must do this at all, even though I could snuff out your pathetic little life with naught more than a caress. Believe me mutt, if I had my way, you and your pack would have joined the grave long ago."[/color]

Azrael spat, removing the blade from the werewolves throat as he ground its face into the cold stone floor with a booted heel, shaking off the delicate hands that had found their way onto his arm in the process. Dispelling his Quintessence, he bent down so that his face was level with the guards ear.

[color=blue]"Now, give us the movements of your patrols, and we'll let you return to your comrades. On the condition that you reveal nothing about what happened here. Say that you were waylaid and had to fight your way back, but [I]do not[/I] reveal our involvement. Or by the Seventeen I swear I will personally hunt down and execute every last one of you."[/color]

The exiled angel placed his palm against the top of the wolfs head. Snarling, he channeled a tiny bit of his own essence into the creature. Not enough to extinguish its light fully, but more than enough to bring it close. To make it understand what being on deaths door was [I]really[/I] like. Once that was done, however, he stood up to his full height and stepped away from the miserable creature.

[color=blue]"And we may all be prisoners wolf,"[/color] he said, glaring at the werewolves prone form from over his shoulder. [color=blue]"But you are more of a slave than the weakest person here."[/color]

Tearing his gaze away from their prisoner, Azrael moved back to the edge of the group and waited. Curious to see if the wolf would make good on his promise.