Byren smiled, so it wasn't just this brother who was admiering him hmm? He chuckled lightly, looking at the female sitting next to this male, then the one who had just entered. For the moment, he was silent. There was really no need for him to put his two cents where they did not belong. He took another bite of his apple, chewing up the sweet yet firm fruit before swallowing. There were many other kinds of foods upon the table, but honestly, he did not trust half of them to eat at the moment. He also was more interested in something else rather than food at the moment. Other than the three who seemed to be here, there were three other places along the table that seemed to be disturbed.
Not only that, but he figured there had to be others around here who had yet to make their presence known. He sighed slightly. One of those people happened to be their host. Who was running this little show of theirs? He was curious to find the answers, but as to where to look or who to ask, it was a bit...hard to know at the moment. For now then, he was content with merely watching and learning, rushing into things rather often met people with a just as rushed ending. He had no intrest in dying, not now at least. He glanced around, his eyes for a moment searching for a clock. His watch seemed to be missing. There was not one, not in the dining hall at least. Was that a fluke...or on purpose? He knew from the sun that it was still relitivly early in the day. As for anything more...he did not know at this time. Were they trying to make them loose a bit of touch with reality? Perhaps they already had?
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Humans. Such fragil little sacks of meat. Was it possible for him to even classify himself as such anymore? No...he doubted it. He was more than a simple human, just one look could tell you that much. He went by one name, Azelf. His past identity left there in the past long ago. He had many other names as well, demon, devil, spawn of satan. He did not care for those really, and any who dared to call him as such or simply a freak or monster...often met with a tragic accident. A slight smile curled his lips upwards, revealing the sharper canines underneath. They were perfectly white, for he was not without taking care of himself.
He was not going to let his circumstances be an excuse for poor hygeine. No, quite the opposite. Azelf took excellent care of himself. His body was his temple, his body was his weapon. The people below him had not even a clue he was up here at all, sitting among the branches and leaves of a tree. Even with his skin being quite obviously bold, they did not notice him. He kept remarkably still, even the tail that laid behind him in the air did not move a milimeter. He kept his eyes on the small group below. Two females and a male. The male would have been the toughest in a fight. Men often had an advantage over women with their build and sheer muscle.
Though women tended to be faster, more agile then men. It came down to the individual in a fight, and Azelf was exemplary in a fight. He had not spent years of his life training and perfecting himself to lose so easily to anyone. He did not mind the thought of death either, which was the only thing that held some men back in a fight. For him, it just ment that he was that much more of a threat to whoever crossed him. He reached a hand up very slowly, brushing a few strands of hair behind his right ear. It was pointed in nature, closer to that of the mystical elves than a human. He chuckled silently. He was the thing of myths, the thing of legends but also the thing of nightmares and stories people told their children to make them behave. Don't step out of line, or the boogieman would get you right?
He was the guy who made the boogieman run in fear, or even the devil rethink his actions. Azelf was more than a simple human, yes indeed. Night was approaching, night was his strength. He was looking forward to it. It would allow him to get some information on these little playmates of his. He would learn their ins, their outs, and their weaknesses. It was a game of strategy. He would learn their hands, before he showed his own. He smiles a bit more, as he watches them. The one female down there seemed to be far more skittish than the others. She would deffinetly not take well if she saw him. He would have a bit of fun with that later. For now though, he was content with watching in silence waiting.