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[ :: ] he is bonded to a particular Viking named saska . The man believes in the old gods , and likely taught Aziza to pray to them as well . Aziza no longer relies on god or even azazel  , finding solace in the gods of the earth . He’s fond of the valkyries , even befriending them for a time before moving on , with promises to return . He had pledged patronage to few gods , Ares amongst them . You almost can’t tell he’s an Angel anymore , the only tell tale signs are his blood , still rich and gold , and the far away look in his gaze that speaks of unknown sadness , and longing to fly .
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[ :: ] he’s nomadic in nature ; a consequence of following the rider of war . They are constantly on the move , though mostly Aziza leaves the blonde man alone , often traveling to sate his own need to roam .
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@obcursus                “ your kind.” He mused, even if his cheeks flushed a pale pretty gold, the color even now starting to fade to a more human red , the dredges of divinity beginning to show its departure . It didnt bother him anymore, finding comfort in the silence of becoming less than he once was , not that he wasnt still bitter about the situation. “ im sure your bank account is flourishing , you must be pleased.” His martini glass is now empty, and he gently pushes it away, neatly for the bartender to retrieve . “ oh you jest, Vesper. “

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@obcursus                A soft pretty laugh parts his plush pouty lips as he shifts his sitting position, the delicate gold anklet he wore catching the light as aziza smiles softly, popping the olive that was in his martini into his waiting mouth . “ im sure you have better things to celebrate than a reject angel coming your way . “ his hair is held half up half down in a ornate silver clip , dark freckles anointing his pale flesh . “ so hoe is business, good , i hope?”

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@obcursus               “ your dearest?” The angel would tease, soft dove grey depths fluttering as the martini glass that had previously kissed his lips is set back down on the marble counter . Rich blood red curls would sweep down his back in waves as the silver nearly sheer dress he wore flows off his flared hips like water . “ im well, Vesper . And you ? Quite the party you have going on tonight . Celebrating something?”

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[ :: ] he is bonded to a particular Viking named saska . The man believes in the old gods , and likely taught Aziza to pray to them as well . Aziza no longer relies on god or even azazel  , finding solace in the gods of the earth . He’s fond of the valkyries , even befriending them for a time before moving on , with promises to return . He had pledged patronage to few gods , Ares amongst them . You almost can’t tell he’s an Angel anymore , the only tell tale signs are his blood , still rich and gold , and the far away look in his gaze that speaks of unknown sadness , and longing to fly .
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[ :: ] he’s nomadic in nature ; a consequence of following the rider of war . They are constantly on the move , though mostly Aziza leaves the blonde man alone , often traveling to sate his own need to roam .
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@drygionus     “ Mm it’s like liquid apples , but it’s bubbly , like certain types of alcohol . “ the red head holds out the bottle for the woman to inspect , though he reflects on her words , “ I know a thing or two about anger . I’m glad you’ve found something to calm it , too much and it consumes .”