they argued my right to ascension

He had been reclined amongst the steel rafters and beams of the ship for some time now, back pressed up against the hull, one arm draped across his knee in apathy as those golden eyes continued to observe the motion below him. It was one of his more 'peaceful' missions and for once the man was entirely content with that, fingers tapping softly against the rusted steel in some manner of contemplation as a few strands of overly white gold hair managed to tangle with his lashes- only to be brushed laconically aside. It was early, evidently too early for wither Tobias or Aiden or whatever his name was to be up- the doors to their rooms having remained closed all morning- though it was very near approaching ten am, the majority of the staff having been up long ago to begin the clean-up from the evident acts of depravity that had occurred last night. Azrael truly held little interest in this Were fighting ring, in fact, were it entirely his call he would be rid of the damned thing entirely. How hard could it be to sink this rust bucket of a ship? The Council however, had seemingly desired to vote against him. Aiden and Tobias had- to some extent, brought control to the West, far more then that bear before them ever had and for that reason the Council was content to leave them be, provided they didn't get to large or declare war on the city. They kept to themselves, they kept the Were's off the streets and night and for whatever fucking ridiculous reason the council seemed to feel this was better then merely destroying them all- much to Azrael ultimate displeasure.

At least it hardly involved any work, his duty today merely to assure everything within the Ark was running smoothly enough and yet from his own observations the Ark was hardly running at all. The staff hardly seemed in a hurry, most of them content to eat and work at the same time and those that were cleaning or tidying seemed to fell this was a chance to talk as well. For a moment the Hunter merely allowed his features to frown, eyes narrowing slightly as a rather young, dark-skinned boy proceeded to sweep dirt and loose fur beneath the bar in the hope no one had seen. Hmm, they were damn lucky he wasn't the health inspector, at least the little Mexican fellow was cleaning the blood off the floor. The sudden opening of one of the doors he had been watching, followed mere seconds later by the other, saw those golden eyes slice quickly sideways, watching from above as Aiden and Tobias proceeded, at last, to emerge from their quarters- both of them stumbling about in some half awakened state- grunting at each other in something that must have passed for language before disappearing into the kitchen. He had seen the tiger leave before the sun was up, the bear had left later on, Nadya was on the other side of town, Tobias and Aiden in the kitchen which only left...one unaccounted for member. Where was that fucking wolf?

He moves within a blur of motion, landing with effortless silence atop the landing of the second level and striding towards the bedrooms, pausing to peer into each room he passes as his free hand manages to fish the unusual looking weapon from within his jacket all the same. Maybe the council didn't see a need to kill them all, yet Azrael was hardly foolish enough to wander around unarmed with the belief they would display the same courtesy. It is Tobias' room he reaches next, quietly pressing open the door before stepping inside, eyes momentarily adjusting to the gloom. It was bigger than he had anticipated within and yet entirely as untidy as he had presumed such a man would be, keeping his own hands firmly away from anything within the room itself lest he contract some...disease from anything the Leopard had touched, handsome features twisted in clear disdain before the very distinct sound of someone breathing saw him pause. He can sense Were, that uncomfortable static that danced across his skin in a feral pattern as wild as the creatures themselves and yet in a ship full of the fucking creatures detecting an exact location was difficult. Someone however- was still asleep in here. It took another moment before his eyes managed to find the bed, briefly resting on the figure clearly within- noticing for the first time how entirely hot it was within this blasted room- someone having seen fit to blast the heat all night long, sweat already beginning to form along his back and chest.

He can see the mass of curls against the pillow, her steady breathing assuring she remained asleep, the man content to have placed each member of the pack now as Raven tossed fitfully, Azrael already turning to leave when part of the blanket proceeded to fall away from the woman's side- his own golden gaze widening slightly. The bruising was...horrific, her skin far too pale for a healthy being, what appeared to be a least one infected wound spreading across her shoulder. Had she lost a fight with a fucking truck? He can already feel himself recoil in slight disgust of both her species and her condition, her pack mates evidently having done their best and yet the fact the damn creature was still alive surely put some measure on her own abilities. She was a Were wasn't she? Why didn't she heal? Did Sera know her wolf was in this condition? Was....Sera injured? It was this singular thought alone that saw the man pause once more, thoughts drifting unbidden towards the raven-haired woman he had managed to avoid for some weeks now since their last encounter. It was better- for them both, if he stayed away, the man very nearly having convinced himself of such a thing despite the memories that lingered and that utter perfection of her lips. She was like a poison that witch, forever seeming to seep into his thoughts and draw from him a series of emotions he desperately desired to forget. So why couldn't he? The realisation that Serafina herself may well be in a similar condition is surely what inspires the man to some form of action he would otherwise have hardly been inclined to offer the wolf- moving slightly towards her now.

"Raven? Raven?"

It is perhaps the quietest his voice has ever been- attempting to rouse the dying creature from her slumber before the sudden sound of feet sees him pause once more. How fast did they eat?! Another sudden flash of speed sees the Hunter reappear upon the opposite side of the room, a clear vision of the door offered towards him now as Tobias and Aiden pause outside it- whatever they were saying to muffled to truly hear and yet the manner of their conversation hardly concerned him- both men entering the room a moment later- both momentarily unaware of his presence behind them and yet between them they were entirely sure to turn at any moment. Perhaps it was time to test this ridiculous weapon from K.o.h.l Tech although how the damn thing even worked he was hardly sure. Like a gun, Kohl had promised- better aimed at somewhere fleshy. Kohl better be fucking right. It is Tobias he aims for first, the uncontrollable Leopard perhaps the more dangerous in this situation, at least, he is often the faster of the pair to attack- something firing from the gun in that moment to strike the Leopard entirely in the rear- a yelp resounding within the room, allowing Aiden barely a moment to look from his companion and towards Azrael himself before he simply fires again- something similar hitting Aiden in much the same place. Aside from a clear moment of pain however- neither man seemed to be suffering any actual damage. Kohl- was a fucking idiot, this was the last damn fucking time he ever-.

"Oh."

The sudden collapse of both men a mere moment later saw the Hunter's gaze lift in momentarily surprise. Hmm- maybe he had misjudged Kohl's technology, neither man was evidently dead- both however were clearly unconscious- Azrael moving to step neatly over them now, returning to Raven. The collapse of her companions clearly having woken her up.

"Don't carry on, they're not fucking dead I promise. How did you sustain those injuries? Does your relationship to Sera afflict such wounds upon her as well? I need an answer Raven and stop cowering I am not going to hurt you for fuck's sake. Just answer me."

How a familiar bond works is hardly his concern and yet for a single moment in time he almost....desperately desired her answer. Surely....surely the witch was not in any such condition simply because her pet was, was she?

Azrael Evero

only fools walk where angels fear to tread