Nagaram

[Cifero Windtail]

Al kept his guard up. "You should've just let her kill the raccoon. I just hope the bolt didn't sink in too deep..." The wolf furrowed his brow, obviously distrusting of the stranger. As usual.

The wolf quirked an eyebrow. "I think she's going to pull through just fine... some slight bruising at the worst," she said. "Did you try removing the bolt from...?"


Suddenly, Viola began to stir.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al raised an eyebrow, before quickly punching her in the head to knock her out, thinking it would be easier to work with her if she wasn't complaining due to pain.

[Cifero Windtail]

Al raised an eyebrow, before quickly punching her in the head to knock her out, thinking it would be easier to work with her if she wasn't complaining due to pain.

Viola jolted, then went limp again.


The wolf slowly facepalmed, the padded over and went to yank the bolt out of Viola's belly button.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al let the wolf do that, looking around for a bandaging agent of some sort. Realising he wasn't gonna find anything, he sighed and took the top portion of Gi off, leaving his pants held up by his belt. It was obvious he did lots of exercise, but just as obvious that he has seen quite a few battles.


The wolf waited for the bolt to be removed before wrapping his ago around the open wound, keeping it tight as to stop the bleeding.

[Rayleonarde]

The raccoon, at some point, had died from blood loss. He held in his paw a map steeped in magic. The ethereal essence from the sheet was palpable, almost visible in the sunlight. The writing on it seemed alive, as it pointed to someplace a day's match away.

[Razuel]

Angel would wander out of the tent and look around, seeking something fun to do

[Rayleonarde]

Around the grounds, there were lots of colorful tents, delicious smells, and joyous noises in the air. Purple raccoons dominated the amount of bodies wandering to and fro, but there were different species intermixed with the raccoons.

[Razuel]

Sadly after the last time, Angel was very cautious of crowds as she backed up against a wagon outside of the crowd, holding her tail up to herself as people looked at her, questioning why she was naked, but didn't say any hinges to Angel as she wasn't really anything 'unappealing' just brightly coloured.


After a little while when the crowd came further down her way, Angel panicked and bolted into the wagon behind her, her heart racing.

[Rayleonarde]

A grumpy groan accompanied Angel's entrance into the wagon, and a male raccoon sat up. He had been sleeping when Angel entered, which woke him.
"Hey...who's gotten in m'wagon? Is it you again, Bolize?" The raccoon rubbed sleep from his eyes as he spoke. When he could finally see, he stammered an apology. "S-sorry, miss."

[Razuel]

Angel stared at the raccoon before her, breathing rapidly as the yelling had scared her more from what she was already.    Angel backed against a wall as the raccoon sat up, holding her tail close to try and comfort herself

[Rayleonarde]

The raccoon put his paws forward as he spoke. "Easy, easy. Y'startled me is all. M'name's Errol, and welcome t'my wagon." He punctuated the last bit with an easy smile, warm and genuinely kind.

[Razuel]

Angel calmed down slightly, relaxing her muscles, but still held her tail close to herself.   Angel's expression still held some fear, but was more relaxed.

Angel stuttered her speaking as she pointed to herself, "A-A-Angel...."

[Cifero Windtail]

Al let the wolf do that, looking around for a bandaging agent of some sort. Realising he wasn't gonna find anything, he sighed and took the top portion of Gi off, leaving his pants held up by his belt. It was obvious he did lots of exercise, but just as obvious that he has seen quite a few battles.


The wolf waited for the bolt to be removed before wrapping his ago around the open wound, keeping it tight as to stop the bleeding.

The other wolf, noticing Al's movements, stopped short of yanking the bolt and began rummaging around in her pack. "Save your shirt, silly," the wolf said, pulling a piece of cloth and a flask of water from her bag. "She's not actually wounded."




Zanthe sighed as she lay in bed, one hand resting softly on her bandaged abdomen.


Viola remained unconscious, but her breathing didn't seem to correspond to the breathing of someone who may have just received a fatal abdominal wound.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

"Would've been helpful if you said that earlier." Al said rolling his eyes. "Why would you shoot a fake one anyway. Seems like a waste of time when you could've shot a real one at the hordsmen and achieved the same response. Like you did, after shooting her." He wrapped the shirt around his waste instead of putting it back on.

[Rayleonarde]

Errol smiled. "Well, Angel. What brings you t'me wagon?"