Silence wasn't one of the many things the male really disliked, depending on the person around him, he sometimes used this silence to really see how their companion was feeling, something he learned really quickly. But this time it was different, this silence was almost Killing him. So tense he swore, he could feel it cutting the air around them.
He let his Ghost talk, trusting that the small robot would not do anything stupid, then again he was as frightened as a cat ready to hiss and run away, so he forced himself to nearly not move a muscle.
That was until the other talked. Actually talked in their language.
It took Azrael by surprise and it sure showed, body tensing but rising a little in hight as if he was caught off guard. Most Hive he came in contact with either screamed so loud he had to honestly cover his ears and come close to compare those screams to wax hitting a writing board, or were a series of klicks and growls. But those were real words he understood, sure they were only two and the threat, the warning in the tone of voice was like poison towards him, but spoke nonetheless.
And he understood. Head turning towards the still cowering Ghost in the cupboard near him before he looked back to the Hive, watching his every move with hawk eyes.
As slow as he could but fast enough to not annoy the other with how long he took. Azrael got up and put the Hand canon back into the holster around his leg, still holding his Ghost close to the chest as he moved back and to the side. Now that he was out if grabbing reach of the Ghost, his own slowly looked towards the door, which they moved closer to. The strength needed to destroy and open it with whatever was behind, didn't came close with the amount of running towards it they would need to have. So possibility one was suddenly very much, out the window.
The Male had questions on his tongue but did not voice any. How did the Hive speak their language? How come a Hive was even out here in the EDZ in the first place and not- somewhere more Hive based?
Then again, eying him up and down did have Azrael make a small face under his helmet. That Knight looked nothing like other Guardian Hive he run into contact with, no he looked almost... Civil and on the run. And he couldn't help but try to imagine how he must have looked like before changing outfits.
Had he the same gray and green armor- or hard flesh as the rest? Maybe, judging by the colours, he wore actual fine plates of metal around his body in a pride that would have others shiver. Was he above the natural Rank of a Knight by becoming a Guardian or did he bowed his head against other Hive ranks?
He took a breath in, 'if you want to appear less like a threat, show them the face you wear.' The Voice of his Father rumbled in his mind. Clear as day from all those decates ago, when days and nights were filled with laugher and songs, stories of old and tradition given down to younglings.
Phoenix jumped in surprise as they watched the hand before them move up, the helmet klicked before soft some came hissing out and the Guardian let the helm be removed from his face, the Ghost knew what he wanted to do but feared for the sudden nakedness the Hunter put himself in.
His position from his chest changed to hover over his shoulder like a little bird would do with it's owner and side eyed every move and expression the Guardian made, and suddenly he felt proud. He felt proud everytime their Guardian showed himself, showed he did not fear and spoke to face with beauty. Awoken genes sure where something.
Azrael blinked once, then twice. Adjusting his eyes to the surounding light, which was compared to the visuals in the helmet, more lighter and soft than dull and dark. Suddenly feeling the tips of his hair tickle his hear as they fell to the side. Most often compared to standard Awoken beauty, Azrael felt the need to dug and down out his own look, he was by far really beautiful but still held that high standing look most of his People tend to have.
For one the softly flow of skin particals on his face, or the markings around his eyes often being compared to eyeshadow. While his armor was mostly black with hints of red, a tone held dark to vanish in the night, he himself was the opposite. Light lilac skin, darker tones lips and markings, bright glowing golden eyes and side shaved fire red hair.
And finally now, he himself spoke, free from the soft statit raido like voice from the helmet, his own was soft with slight roughness on the edges. "Who are you?"