Aza had always been one for hiding, her bell always made staying a secret impossible, not to mention the chattering call of her best friend and faithless companion. The bird didn't rat her out this time, which was something she found a small measure of comfort in, but there was time for the avian to change her mind. Still, the young woman didn't want to be found just yet, she wanted to make this game last as long as she could. It was because she was nervous about what would come of their play. Would he be rid of her as a prospect for his queen, or would she be deemed worthy of his kingdom? What would the demon king do? Her ruby red eyes widened as she heard heavy paws against a beaten path, coal rimmed ears twitching as she lay still as a fawn as he came into view. She had seen this tactic before, when her family went on pack raids, the adults would flush enemy pups out with the heavy stomp of their paws. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Azariah tucks in her chin to her neck to grasp the bell around her collar.
Once the trinket is properly muffled with her tongue, Aza looks for faerie lights, and follows their path away from Lucifer's current direction and the one he seemed to be heading. She sought to flee silently away from him to hide within the thickly wooded area of their home, running the demonic titan around in looping circles should he follow her scent. Every now and again she would stop her jogging pace and make sure he couldn't see her in the underbrush, relaxing her jaw off her collar and looking around anxiously. It wasn't that she feared the devil, she feared what would happen now that she was a mature female. Her mother had never spoken with her about this kind of intensity, this hunting behavior that Lucifer seemed so keen on. Still, it was rather thrilling, and she would keep herself just a few haunting steps ahead of the gigantic male to stretch out their day of "fun," ensuring that she had all day to weigh her options.
