Nagaram

[Razuel]

Angel looked confused as the people went and an even older lady came back.   Angel looked at the hand that was presented to her and slowly put her own hands on it, not grabbing onto the hand to get help up, but instead she traced the wrinkles on her hand with great wonderment.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

"That's what makes him interesting... He's not." He said, keeping a relaxed face and body posture. "He's not an angel, nor a demon. He's not immortal, nor does he even know holy magic. And yet, he was able to best you until you and your brother until you started using your magic. I will intervene now, because I can assure you that he does indeed serve a higher purpose. That, and there are other things besides mortals that a being such as yourself should attend to."


Al relaxed a little, taking his paw off his blade. "Does this mean I'm not going to be killed?"


"That, is up to your opponent. While I most certainly have the power to cast judgement here, it is not my place..." The wolf said, turning to the knight.

[Rayleonarde]

Suddenly, Angel could hear the voice of the old woman in her head in a language she could understand. "Hello, dearie. It seems we don't know your language, and you ours. Please don't panic, we want to help you."

The knight shook his head. "I shall leave him in your stead, friend." He turned and smiled at Al. "A warrior such as this should not die by my paws." The knight began to walk away, and after a few moments he disappeared."

[Razuel]

Angel looked surprised as she heard a voice and looked at the old lady.  Angel still had no knowledge on how to speak,  but she nodded in conformation that she could hear the lady.

[Rayleonarde]

The old raccoon lady smiled. Think, child. You don't need to know how to speak, just think it.

[Razuel]

Angel then tried to, and instead of thinking in words, she thought of places that she did not recognize, and all of the details were so clear.




She imagined pictures of comets and a large galaxy... but that all vanished when she thought of food, and an array of multiple different foods, some that look familiar but are abnormally coloured came into view I'm the old lady's mind.


Angel then drew her hands back and rubbed her belly just as the fire some how extinguished, and when it did, the starred swirls on her belly started to swirl and glow.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al took a seat after letting a deep breath out. He was more than a little tired after a fight like that. And more than a little surprised that he managed to secure a kill on one of them and live to talk about it. Even if it was due to some assistance he received.


The wolf smiled softly, looking over at Viola. His eyebrows raised a little bit, but his attentions soon turned back to Al, as he approached him. "They say that true strength isn't measured by the weight of one's fists or the speed of one's sprints, but instead, the will of one's way."

Al raised an eyebrow and looked up at the wolf. "I've never heard anyone say that before. Not a soul. Not to me."

"How often do you talk with people?"

Al went to retort, but after considering it a little, nodded in response.

((Off to bed with me. Night guys~))

[Rayleonarde]

((Sleep well, friend!))


Granma furrowed her brows. "Hmm...you're an interesting creature, dear. We'll get you into clothes soon enough."

[Razuel]

Angel tilted her head again, wondering what clothes were .


Suddenly, a pair of turquoise gaseous wings popped or of her back and if any of the other circus folk were to inhale the smoke, then they'd experience a sort of high.

[Rayleonarde]

A few of the folks walked out of the tent, holding their heads. Granma merely chuckled. "You'll have to do better than that, dearie. We'll learn you our ways." She again offered a paw.


From the direction the raccoons had arrived, a new cloud of dust rose. The sound of war-drums echoed across the lands, barely audible over the hustle and bustle inside the circus.  Anyone with half a thought could tell these guys were bad news.

[Razuel]

Angel grabbed the paw again without hesitation or child-like curiosity, she awaited to hear the voice her her mind again.

[Rayleonarde]

Grandma bowed her head, and after a few moments she 'spoke'.
'What is your name, child? I'm Granma Loretta, but just call me Granma.'

[Razuel]

Angel wanted to speak, both in her mind and in reality, but when she had tried, her voice came to wheezed without words, as through her words had been scared from her, and she had no reason why.  Angel looked over at a small shelf with different reading material on it, but on the ground below these scrolls, she saw under the small shelf, a white little angel figurine, one that's wings had broken off when it fell.


Angel moved, stumbling over her own feet, to grab the figurine to then show it back to Granma, not quite knowing what it was.  The break of the figurine was quite recent too.... what a coincidence...

[Rayleonarde]

Granma chuckled. That's not one of our deities, dearie. That's...wait. Oh! Your name! Your name is Angel!

[Razuel]

Angel looked back at Granma and she nodded with a smile, and then looking back at the figurine, wondering why it was in pieces