ROUX
Hand of the King
"I disagree," Gabriel countered, letting lazy grin cross over his face at the words, quite pleased with the reactions he was getting in some way or another. He was about to add something else, when the ground nearly threw him off of his feet. His wings shot out, saving him from face planting into the ground. The shaking didn't stop, and he took to the air in an effort to not to fall again. He scanned the area, trying to figure out what was going on, and oddly enough, the silhouettes seemed affected by it, and not in a good way.