Azrael roamed the halls wordlessly, his yellow irises stood out prominently. This was due in large part to the fact that human beings? Aren't supposed to have eyes like his. Also due to his all black choice in clothing. Azrael stopped for a moment as he sniffed the air, unsure of what it was for a second. Drawing in a deeper breath, he muttered to himself<strong>"Is that....oh well."</strong><br/><br/>Azrael's senses were inhumanly sharp. The ones in particular that he had spent the most time honing was his sense of smell and hearing. In his line of work? They were definitely a benefit. Pacing through the hallway, Azrael looked at doorways and attempted to find a spare bedroom. Needing somewhere to set his bag, though he stopped for a second as he drew in the familiar scent again. He knew exactly what it was, but wasn't overly interested in confirming. Another notable feature Azrael possessed was a small black crescent like marking that resembled a tattoo over his right eye.