Nagaram

[Razuel]

Angel eventually stopped when her belly was so bulged, it looked as though she were pregnant with how full her belly was, and as she finished, she laid down on the bench of the table and rubbed her belly, a tired smile now on her face.

[Rayleonarde]

The cooks chuckled, as Angel laid down. A few of them went to retrieve a blanket and pillows.

[Cifero Windtail]

Suddenly, near Viola and Al, the bushes began to rustle. A scrawny male raccoon, purple furred and covered with cuts and bruises, staggered out of the bushes, directly towards the two. Behind him, angry shouting could be heard. It would sound familiar to Al and Viola.


The she-raccoon gently placed a paw on Angel's shoulder and said. "Can't read, huh? My mom can teach you, if you want."

Viola stared into Al's eyes and was about to answer when the raccoon stumbled out of the bushes. "Wh... Oh, geez," she mutters, looking over at the raccoon. "....I won't run off, but what do we do now?"


The figure in the bushes got out of the way as the raccoon stumbled past, then glanced in the direction of the yelling. They grinned.

[Rayleonarde]

The hordesmen from before spotted the raccoon and one shouted out. "He's over here lads! Our friends from before found 'im." The horde started moving closer, slowly forming a ring. "Go on, then, friends. First kill o'the hunt. It's yers."

[Razuel]

Angel's belly soon returned to normal as her body lightly pulsed with her light as her body absorbed the solids.   Angel's face still showed content.

Angel rolled her head over to look at the she-coon, smiling warmly at her.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al thought for a second. Looking at the size of the horde and at the Racoon, his instincts told him to just kill the racoon. Without a second thought, Al pulled a knife from his pocket and ditched at Racoon, aiming for the left side of his abdomen, hoping that the Racoon would pass out due to bloodoss and fool the hordsemembers.

[Cifero Windtail]

(How many hordesmembers are there....?)


At the same time, and with the same idea, Viola went to hit the raccoon over the head with the butt of her dagger, internally hating that she had to do this.


The figure continued to creep through the bushes.

[Rayleonarde]

((12 or so.))


The raccoon yelped as the knife pierced his belly, and started to crawl away slowly.


The hordesmen cackled, and one shouted up. "They's gonna kill 'im, nice and slow!"

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al mentally facepalmed. Of course the raccoon couldn't have just played dead. "Tch, idiot..." he muttered as he threw another knife, aiming for the throat this time. He didn't want to kill the raccoon, but killing the one would save him more trouble than killing the big group of hordesmen. Especially after that last fight.

[Razuel]

(Just wondering, but is the hoard going after the circus troupe?)

[Rayleonarde]

((They will. They just don't know where the troupe is.))

[Cifero Windtail]

Al mentally facepalmed. Of course the raccoon couldn't have just played dead. "Tch, idiot..." he muttered as he threw another knife, aiming for the throat this time. He didn't want to kill the raccoon, but killing the one would save him more trouble than killing the big group of hordesmen. Especially after that last fight.

Viola, sensing Al's throw, pulled out a knife and threw it as well, also aiming for the throat. The way she did it, it would seem as though she had thrown at the same time and was an accident. Whatever the case, if they didn't buy that, they might buy torture.


The figure crept through the bushes, slowly and silently approaching the group.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al cocked an eyebrow at Viola. That last throw seemed oddly well placed. As if it was purposeful. He didn't question it for now, chocking it up to dumb luck, but wasn't a fan of her move. It wasn't getting those hordemembers to leave any time soon.

[Cifero Windtail]

Viola bit her lip slightly. (Time to wait for Ray a little.)

[Rayleonarde]

The raccoon froze in fear, waiting for whatever to happen to happen.


A few of the hordemembers had grown bored and wandered back towards their encampment. The remaining six were still waiting, the smarter ones smelling something amiss.