Post by Azrael on Feb 22, 2010 10:35:53 GMT -6
Azrael pushed a few strands of hair back out of her face as she moved silently, going by her instincts to find the soul she wanted. Samael had stolen one again and by now she was beyond irritated though her face and body language gave no indication of her feelings. She was often referred to as being a robot or unemotional, having no real care for either side, merely her job. She was dressed much as she felt like, preferring instead the clothes that hugged her body over the flowing robes that many of the other angels wore.
Azi blinked bright blue eyes once, scanning her surroundings as she turned sharply to her left, following a predetermined path as her hands rested on the guns at her hips. Her black boots covered her feet as she moved silently and expertly through the Wastes, eyes never missing a detail. Of course Lucifer would know the angel was down here again, but Azrael never went looking for a fight; she finished them if she had to.
Eyes sliding to her right, she stopped suddenly and tilted her head, sending her long braid trailing over her shoulder as she listened, hearing noises that she instantly became wary of. Arching a delicate eyebrow, she shook her head, drawing one of her guns and clicking the safety off as she continued moving. Hell was always very interesting this time of year, she mused.
Clearing her thoughts, she began concentrating on everything her task again, staying alert for any signs of anyone around her or coming to intrude.
[Agent:2]
Azi blinked bright blue eyes once, scanning her surroundings as she turned sharply to her left, following a predetermined path as her hands rested on the guns at her hips. Her black boots covered her feet as she moved silently and expertly through the Wastes, eyes never missing a detail. Of course Lucifer would know the angel was down here again, but Azrael never went looking for a fight; she finished them if she had to.
Eyes sliding to her right, she stopped suddenly and tilted her head, sending her long braid trailing over her shoulder as she listened, hearing noises that she instantly became wary of. Arching a delicate eyebrow, she shook her head, drawing one of her guns and clicking the safety off as she continued moving. Hell was always very interesting this time of year, she mused.
Clearing her thoughts, she began concentrating on everything her task again, staying alert for any signs of anyone around her or coming to intrude.
[Agent:2]