Bearclaw Valley «The Thorns of Roses»

If Cry thought Raziel was good at sneaking around, then he should meet his little brother, Shadow. Shadow wasn't nicknamed Shadow for no reason; his half brother was so silent that no one could hear him if he didn't wanted anyone too; he moved around swiftly like a shadow and used his surroundings to an advantage. Compared to the other death angel, Raziel wasn't really very good, but now he knew his skills hadn't gone rusty yet for he managed to sneak up behind the ever vigilant ebony male.

Raziel watched with amusement as Cry leapt forward and turned around in a 180 degree crouch. He committed the man's look to memory, his unusually inscrutable yet open countenance shifted to a mixture of confusion, disbelief and relief. Ah..this was brilliant. I should go on more nightly patrols like this one, he thought to himself, grinning internally as he did so just to sober up immediately when he remembered what drove him to be out in this hour at night.

Nevermind that for now.

Raziel watched with a grin as the shadow shifted seamlessly into a playful crouch. He slid his forelimbs further onto the flat ground as his rump reared higher into the air, tail swaying rhythmically as he did so. Glad that his invitation to play was accepted, the Roman switched into a similar position too, tail wagging so quickly he wouldn't be surprised if he ascended into the air. He did nothing for a moment, canting his head as if confused.

Then the Roman leapt forward with a playful bark, hoping to wrestle with the shadow.