Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

It was fucking cold. That's what it was.

Azrael hands were stuffed more firmly into the pockets off his own black, hooded coat. The blonde Hunter bracing his shoulders against that cool breeze as is billowed around him, taking that chill directly from the water to brush against his figure as he scowled towards it. As if he might somehow convince the breeze to blow in another direction with the force of that glare all the same. He hated the West side. It was nothing but seedy bars, ruined warehouses, Were fight rings and dodgy characters. Nearly half the Council's workload was in this side of town alone. Tetradore, in the least, seemed to have taken control of the Were population in this part of town and yet that hardly stopped the Vampires or the Witches covens or the Warlock meetings. Fae had become so virtually extinct, their numbers kept down by the vampire population, that he could hardly remember the last time he saw one. That was for the better as far as he was concerned. Spiteful little bastards they were. The very thought of them seeing that scowl on his features flicker once more before Azrael turned down the nearest alleyway and headed back out onto the main path beside that bay. He could hear the music and cries from the Ark even now and yet he turned his back toward it. As long as Tetradore maintained some sort of control over that vile place then he was willing enough to let the Panther continue to keep it. The Council inclined to turn a blind eye towards those establishments that benefited them in turn. Typical.

His golden gaze flickered briefly toward the horizon as he strode, the sun threatening to rise at any moment. Thank God his shift was nearly damn well over. The thoughts off his bed suddenly seeming all the more glorious than they already had. He'd been up all night and yet there was one less vampire in the world because of it. Maybe that made it worth it. Not that he fully understood why they wasted so much time defending humans too stupid not to get themselves captured by a vampire to begin with. It was as if all common sense had suddenly fled the population at large. His own head shook slightly, dismissing the thoughts for now, his gaze cutting briefly sideways as a young Were girl attempted to scurry out off his sight. His reputation so often proceeding him. In fact, word of his presence had seemingly passed all over the West tonight. That harbor abnormally empty. Those supernatural creatures perhaps not as stupid as they appeared if they could make themselves this scarce.

One hand was lifted briefly from his pocket, Azrael eyeing his watch before returning it quickly to the warmth off his pocket. If he was fast enough he might yet get home before Sera woke. The idea of that alone seeming to prompt the vaguest simper to his lips as his feet rang out against the near empty road, that sound broken apart only by the waves slapping against the docks. It was that simple sensation of.....something, that prompted the blonde Hunter to pause. That near uncomfortable feeling of static against his skin seeing the man pivot almost instantly towards those docks as his gaze fell on the unmistakable figure of a woman lingering nearby- and a witch at that. Why did they always bloody appear at the end of his shift? What was she doing? Waiting for the sun to rise to perform some voodoo magical spell? Probably. They always were. A soft groan of irritation rose easily within the depths off his throat, Azrael changing the course off his direction to head towards the woman now, his hands lifted from his pockets in readiness to summon his own affinity should the woman prove hostile.

"You, on the dock."

That deep, baritone voice sliced easily through that morning air, the sun just beginning to peak over that horizon, affording the Hunter a better glimpse of his potential prey. She was young. Azrael's teeth gritting slightly behind his lips. He hated it when they were young. Some part of him, a part he'd all but buried still felt almost....guilty of killing them when they were this young. If she had any sense she would know what he was the moment she laid eyes on him and if she didn't- then her instincts alone should make her feel uncomfortable enough in her presence that she might take the hint. His near golden eyes met her own in that moment. Azrael paused on the edge of that dock- near trapping the woman between himself and the ocean. Hopefully Sera didn't know this witch, he'd get a damn earful if he killed her and she did. Those next words snapped harshly towards her.

"You shouldn't be out here- and no I dont give a damn about the pretty sunrise if that's about to be your excuse. What are you doing here?"

Christ she was young. His gaze cut briefly away from her own to glance around that area. The pair of them entirely alone. With no one to see him merely offer her a warning instead of a death sentence maybe they could both get out of here unscathed. Still- if the rest of the Council found out he was letting some of them go they might pry further into the rest off his...indiscretions. He'd kept his relationship a secret for well over a year and he hardly needed them to find out about it now. That indecision wavering within him before that soft sigh found him all the same, one hand lifting to pinch at the bridge of his nose before his eyes met her own once more.

"Practicing magic in the open is asking for someone to put a bullet in your back. Didn't your damn mentor teach you this? This is my area and I need you not to be in it."