Keeping watch over Gaia from a rooftop perch, the young man's pale blue eyes glinted once in the moonlight, as he stood upright, brushing a few stray whisps of silver from his face, and let out a sigh, as he was somewhat bored...keeping watch wasn't exactly the most excitement he's had in his 2000 years on this planet. Leaping once off the rooftop, his scarlet trenchcoat flared behind him, almost like wings as his arms were raised, falling slowly due to his coat, and touched down on the street with a soft click of his black boots, rising to his feet, continuing on his patrol, his head slightly bowed as though the teenaged demon were bored from this patrol, and needed some action to liven his night.
Feeling a slight chill, the young man placed his hands into the pocket of his coat, though he had been wearing a pair of gloves, the fingers open, and a space at each of his punching knuckles, pulling his coat closer to his body as he walked on, his head tilting to see the surroundings, though he noticed something in the corner of his eye. Shifting his glance to his left, he spotted what seemed like a wolf puppy, it's silvery black fur flecked with orange and dark red as a sign it was a demonic pup, but he didn't care any, and walked over, his almost blind colored eyes looking down to it, and knelt beside it, almost as if the demonic teen had felt sorry for the pup, and spoke to it, his voice with the edge of a young rebel's, but the tone and pitch of a human's about 18 in age. Wow, not often I see one of your kind out and about...though ya look kinda straggly, I mean your fur looks kinda matted, what's say I fix ya up a little, boy?