Snippet #2040581

"Well, this has been nice." Azriel said as the man continued to stare at him despite asking him to move on, and Azriel was not intent on staying in the inn till it collapsed. It was night out, and he was already in a weakened condition, a house falling on him might be a bit more then his body could handle at the moment. The four winged angel walked and passed the human ensuring that he did not touch the man and get his stench on him. While his aura felt more akin to an angels, the man still smelt like a human.. Forsaken mud monkeys.

Stepping out of the smoke and flames, he was greeted by a rather large crowd. So much like insects, attracted by the light of the fire buzzing around getting in each others way, it was almost pitiable, almost. In the open, Azriel let his four gray wings snap open and flap once or twice, stretching them now that they were free from the tight confines of the hallway. Unfortunately, the four wings kicked up quite a bit of air, the flames on the inn erupted fueled by the massive air wave, and engulfing most of the inn, and stripes of fire came out to lick the nearby buildings. Of course, he could reabsorb the flames as they were his flames, but in his weakened condition consuming so many flames would be... straining, and there was no reason to strain himself over this mud monkey city. Also, there was undoubtedly a few people with the foolish hero mentality who would attempt to fight him assuming, and rightly so, that it was he who lit the inn on fire.

"My apologies." Azriel said simply to the nearby people. He did not mean it, but it would make them feel at ease... well, as at ease as they could be when they saw their city starting to take up in flames. Of course, they would most likely get it under control sooner or later, but more then a few buildings and homes would go up in flames. He paused to attempt to look around the crowd, and saw little of interest...

Few people whispering amongst themselves, others staring and pointing at the fire, their mouths hanging open like simpletons. Some men carrying buckets of water, a foolish gesture. Instead of trying to put out the flames in the inn, they should wet the nearby buildings and simply cut their losses at just the inn.

Then there was them. A vampire, a demonic being, and a... well, now that was interesting. He dismissed both the vampire and demonic being as unimportant as their kind normally was, however, the human felt different. Much like the man from before.. containing an aura and power far beyond their normal mortal limitations. Azriel decided he would have to watch this woman... from a distance until he learned more.. the man was a man thus unimportant. Slowly, he pushed his way through the crowd until he entered ear shot then made a point to 'calm' a nearby woman down in order to make it look like he was indeed not paying attention to what it is those three were doing.