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Azrael walked throught the forest plotting various things. His mind was set on the usual. Death and choas filled his thoughts. He was made of the apocalypse after all. He noticed a rather large shade tree a in the clearing. He walked slowly to it not paying attention to what was around him. As he reached the tree he stuck his claws into it and move in a half cirlce around it. Plopping down onto the ground. He cleared his thoughts and tried to listen to the wind move through the grass. When the sounds of soft singing caught his attention. He moved quickly but silently. Peering into the tree he noticed a Celtic Beauty in the tree. " Well hello up there. Out alone are we?" He said leaning up against the tree with a cocky, concided smile.

Azreal chuckled under his breath at the startled female. As she spoke he had to listen carefully as her accent was rather thick. He regained his statur and attempted to not allow any emotions run across his face. He could how ever see curiosity dance in her eyes. " You know it is rude to talk from such a disance. I would join you up there but I am rather heavy to sit on branch quiet so small." He said trying to draw her closer. Though he was known for death he had never actually killed anything. He did however enjoy scaring others. He moved a bit away from the truck and swayed his hand to show her a spot to land.

He was enjoying the fact the she did not fear him.... yet... anyway. She seemed so pure and innocent in her standings. It was as though she had no one to teach her of the evils that lurk deep in Faetasia.

The young lady caught Azreal off gaurd as she retorted back with a bit of sas. He crossed his arms and placed an amused look onto his face. " What kind of mother would I have if she did not name me. Of course I have a name. I am known as Azreal. Now I do say it is your turn to share the name that you have been given at birth. " He said moving a bit closer to the branch she was now posted on. He looked up into her large green eyes and offered a hand. He noticed her hesitation to come near and knew it held good cause. Though he liked being rude and what not he did often wonder what it would be like to be shown kindness. He shoved the thoughts quickly from his mind. It was not like him to think like this and he refused to allow this female to make him feel this.

" So are you going to join me on this lovely patch of grass or are you going to force me to strain my neck all day. I do not have to be bothered with these games. Either you wish to speak with me or I shall be on my way." She said offering his hand once more to her. His patience grew thin. He did not mind playing games most of the time but for some reason it was growing thin today.

((OCC: Sorry if hes a bit of a d**k it just goes with the territory ^_^))

He was happy to see that see would not longer toy with him.Her voice still caught him by surprise though. He watched her move gracfully from the tree and bypass a small patch of mushrooms. He had an urge to stomp on them and she he reaction but he found this small movement curious and longed to know more. " Ah Brigid is it. What a strange name for an equally strange female. " He said moving slowly around her and sizing her up as to say. Stopping back in front of her he smirked and sat down avoided the small patch of toadstool. " So may i ask why you act as though these plants can harm you." He said running a figure slightly across the top of one. It was not damaged but it did bounce a bit under his touch. He watched the ground and wait for her reply. The female filled his head with many thoughts and he figured he would play the good guy for the time being. He was not sure what importance she would have to him but he could sence something there. She would be the key to something important in his future.

Azreal smiled at her anger. It amuzed him to see someone stand up so fiercly to him. " Well Brigid you see when I was a child I was told different stories. Not tales to help children sleep at night but ones that would scare most into hidding. I am not what you would call......... Nice." He said stumbling over the last word. He did not want to scare her away as this is the most contact he had had with another Fea since his brother had found a mate.He watched her closly in fear she may turn and run from him. " So may I ask were your family is now?" He said moving his wondering hand from the toadstool in front of him. Instead he turned to lean against the tree and crossed his arms across his chest. He was surprised to see that she had sat down and not flichened from him.

Azreal his the shock from his face as the girl spoke. Most would leave or run but she was different. She didn't fear him and this made him curious of her. He waited a long time before responding. A strange urge filled him to tell her of the horrors he held within but he was not sure how open he should be with this fae. " Well it is a hard thing to explain. What I mean when I say " Not nice"....... Is well...... I am often found were death occurs. Not that I myself have killed another but I do often think and dream about it. I can feel when one dies and passes over even if I am not close. It is a curse and a gift. I fell from the four horsemen. Which means I can never be pure, never learn to be good, Never fully care for others." She stopped suddenly feeling that he had spoke to much. He watched and waited to see what she would do. He could not change what he said and he could not force her to unhear it. "I was told in stories that the only fae I can ever learn to be good for is the one I choose as a mate. Since a mate will always find good in one another." He quickly stated hoping this would slavage the conversation. This young fae fasinated him and he was not done searching for what it was that drew him to her. " So lass as they would say in your tounge. Care to share a bit about yourself. Im starting to feel this conversation is more of an intorigation and I do not like being the only one sharing." He said with a hiss. He did not want to let his guard down no matter how unquie she was. His mother had always told him that women where not easy to trust for most would use any means to drag down a male.

Azreal listened carefully to her though he did not quit understand all of it. He heard the words that she was saying but some of it confused him. He leaned a bit closer to her trying to sence something from her. " Do you hate them? I mean your parents." His mother had always been there but his father was more or less gone. His mother spoke of him but never showed him much. Azreal figured out what intrigued him about this female. She was different. She had stories and a terrible past just like his own. Even though she was good she still understood what it was like to be different. " Will you tell me of them. The lores that you speak of." He asked feeling a bit childish. He regained his posture and gave her a deathing grin. " I will share a bit of mine with you. " He said with a large smile. Even though he knew she would not run from her he still thought it might be fun to scare her a bit.


(( I wanted to ask you a question. If this roleplay goes somewere would you be willing to turn it into a mating later on. I know she is your first fae but this is rather fun and if we keep it going it wont be right away. Also I might throw another fae in there later she irish as well ^_^))