Azrael watched as Zane smiled at her and the Sentrada kept badgering Zane with question after question it was getting quite annoying but oh well nothing she could do about it.  "Well, lets go. Like my friend said, its a party!" Zane dragged Azrael to the table and the first thing she laid her eyes on were the blue little animal shaped souls stuffed in jars of glass looking frighted as they met her eyes.  "Come on! we got plenty of food! Animal Souls! And plenty of drink as well! You can't just sit here and be bored all night!" She almost went for a small bunny soul that looked as if it might faint from the sight of her, however those hatred disgusted eyes chilled her spine once again.<br/><br/><span style="color: #800080">Who gives a damn what people think, just eat the god damn thing already!</span><br/><br/>Azrael bit her lip almost drawing blood as sweat began to form on her brow.<span style="font-style: italic">He said it would be OK...but--"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #800080">I swear to the freaking god of death that if you don't eat that soul I will make you kill every god damn person here!</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO BEAST!</span>Azrael snatched up a mug filled with wine and chugged down the whole contents of it. The bitter sweet taste brought back wonderful but yet painful memories of when she was...human...when all she had to be afraid of was a mugger on the street or a rapist...now she was afraid of her own self...her dirtied soul that has become deformed over the many years of blood shed that she had spilled.<br/><br/>Azrael pushed away those painful thoughts and focused back on to her surroundings Zane was speaking with a young lady that had been hiding in the trees while the Sentrada was asking more annoying questions. Not once did she look at the trapped animal souls that sat frightened of her Feral presence. Still those disgusted hate filled eyes watched her the whole time...waiting for her to become the beast that nagged at her for years.