Azrael looked around cautiously spotting many eyes trained on her. Wonderful, everyone is eying her like some time bomb that will explode at any second.<span style="font-style: italic">Remember, watch your actions. One of them has seen you eat...</span>Azrael rolled her eyes and began to stretch which only sent more people a reason to glare at her. If it wasn't bad enough she already had guards on either side of her. She was informed that it was for her protection however, she felt that it was more for the reapers protection than her own. She watched the two women circle one another and backed away slowly from the heat of fire. The spirit energy here was very intense it took all her power to quite the Feral within her.<br/><br/>She felt the stinging gaze of hatred chill her entire body. It seemed that she was also watched from the shadows, man it's going to be hard to get these damn reapers to trust her. It wasn't like she chose any of this on her own accord. She was just fulfilling her dead Master's wish. Azrael saw more and more people coming to the celebration and felt most of their eyes on her.<span style="font-style: italic">God, is this the way people treat guests?</span>She ignored most the stares and tried to some what enjoy the celebration like everyone else. No matter how uncomfortable she felt, she needed to blend in.