@aniimvs / gabe. from here.
“Your point being?” Far as she was concerned, Gabriel did not need to be reminded of the dangers of her duties, fully aware of what would happen if she was not careful. As a matter of fact, she knew how to take care of herself if harm came knocking on her doorstep – all thanks to the one who had saved her from her doom and guided her to this path: the angel of Death, perhaps her actual father, Azrael. But of course, with the given ability she mastered at a youthful age and her relation to a higher angel, danger was always around the corner…especially if it was disguised.
HER gaze focused on her surroundings, taking a few steps forward towards a secluded, rundown village covered in fog, before she shifted her gaze over her shoulder to look at the other. “…we need to move.”
“YOU seem t-tense is all. Worried,” he comments, dark eyes alert as he studies their surroundings. Even Navarog has to keep a sharp eye out. It only takes one hit, one moment of inattentiveness, for someone to get killed. If anyone did try to start anything though, they’d be in way over their head between his and Gabe’s fighting abilities. He had to bite back a smirk at the thought, even though he was itching for a fight.
“Agreed,” Navarog says, wary of anything hiding in the fog and shadows, the seemingly deserted buildings. “I d-d-don’t like it here. I have a b-b-b-bad feeling out here. We need cover.”