Ghostly Arrival

The lithe woman before him regarded him with curiosity, clearly sizing him up with her gaze. Then there was a shift in her, the wolves locking gazes so Azrael could see the moment her pupils dilated, and then he was talking to someone entirely different. She was cool, confident, and spoke with that alluring accent once more. Azrael hadn't been interacting with the stranger for more than a couple of minutes before the cawing of ravens overhead alerted him to the presence of another—the flock's master. As if right on cue, Absinth emerged, looking plump as ever with her unborn brood taking up residence in her belly. Azrael regarded her with a tip of his head, following her similar green gaze to the stranger at their doorstep. "I don't know. She hasn't given me the pleasure of her name yet." His voice was even, confident, but his tone was downright playful, as if this entire interaction with the stranger was a game to him. Who was she? He just had to know!

As soon as Absinth arrived, Azrael noticed the shift in the stranger's disposition again. Her pupils contracted and her ruby red eyes returned to normal as she looked upon the pregnant fae with recognition. "You." Ah, now this was an interesting twist! Quirking a brow above sage eyes, Az turned his curious gaze back to Absinth. The women knew each other? The mention of sister seemed to cause anguish to the stranger, and in the blink of an eye, her personality shifted once more, back to the suave and self assured wolf he'd just seen. Oh, now this was getting interesting! Dissociative identity disorder? That seemed to be the case as the stranger referred to herself in the third person, and then greeted Absinth by name. The cogs in Az's sharp brain began to turn, pieces falling into place.

"You know this fae, Absinth?" Azrael kept his gaze on the stranger, though he spoke directly to his compatriot at his side. He would let her take the lead on this interaction, since they seemed familiar with one another. He didn't know what sort of history these two shared, but if the stranger decided to get violent, Az wanted to be sharp and focused to intervene to protect the Katil and her unborn children. Not out of a sense of altruism—but because he didn't care to imagine the fit Aresenn might throw if he stood by while she was attacked.

"Azrael Saxe"