It had been a long time since they played this game. The last time they played like this had been at home right before Lucifer's Rebellion. Younger and playful, Elijah had always wanted to test everyone. He lavished in aggravation and simply ate annoyance for breakfast. Born to be a pest the male was always found coming up with one thing or another to tease someone with. For Azriel, it was her taste for blood and the inability to turn down a challenge. Few were privy to the knowledge, Elijah had found out through spying on her. Never seeing her eat except on rare occasions, the male began to get curious, and ever since then he has followed the vampiress around like a lost puppy.

Today, he is in a full, get-away-from-Azriel run. Nevertheless, as predicted, she caught up just as the rains got heavy. Icy blue gaze goes to the mud-streaked angel's face, with the growl of a challenge raising in his throat. As she gets closer and closer to him. Blurred underbrush only giving him glimpses of her beauty and grace. Her paw steps stop suddenly, making Elijah cease his own motions and wheeling back. The flying form of Azriel goes off into the bushes, with a rough looking tumble, and a peel of laughter is muffled by the dangling rabbit in his jaws.

He does not check on her, she is resilient and if she is hurt then she will fix it. Though, as he trots by he glimpses into the bushes to make sure she is alright, despite himself he does worry about her. It is a dashing glimpse, before the beast of black and white is off again, grinning and howling a challenge for Azriel.