<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2963399#msg2963399">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 23-04-2010, 01:40:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong>Lounge - Salonika</strong></sup><br/><br/>Salonika  gaze followed Azrael as  he moved back to the table and impaled his knife into it.   He then would circle her.   The brown skin beauty would not follow, with her gaze.  As he circled around.    He pause at her hip,   taking a deep breath.   Taking in yet again her smell.   Then he would speak.   The question is not meant for who he is, as in name.  But what he is a killer.  As far as who he is.  He is Azrael.  The other merc hired on,  that was simple enough to figure out.  Since she had met the other one already in Francis.<br/><br/><em>"Yes I know who you are or what you are.  The bringer of death. But then I am the giver of life.  How odd it is for you to feel attraction when we are so opposite."</em>  No fear is exhibited from her.  As she answered you back.   Although she just might be good at hiding her fears.   As she slowly turns her head now to look at you. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Tilting his head slowly to the side as he spoke, he replied in a casual tone<strong>"The attraction stems from your damned pheromones, and you don't fear me because you assume that I have no reason to kill you." </strong>Shaking his head for a moment, Azrael tried to ignore the pheromones and the feelings they brought with them. This was near an impossible task though, as he was so tuned to his senses. It was like a straight blast to the face and Azrael's mind as powerful as it was could only hope to keep those feelings at an intense attraction.<br/><br/>His sense of smell, touch and taste were all assaulted at the same time and he closed his eyes for a moment.<strong>"I'm sure you're enjoying this."</strong>