"Ah!" Delia froze abruptly, accidentally stretching out her left injured wing. She feared that it was fractured, for she could not get the pain away, nor stretch her wings to full length. She sighed heavily, wiping the sweat out of her eyes. Delia struggled to keep the tears from flowing from the pain, and continued trudging onwards, pursing her lips.

Soon, she heard soft but distinct voices coming from beside her. She turned to her right and walked ahead, till she found herself entering a seemingly God-forsaken town, and a Circus!

"Eh?" She tilted her head to one side curiously, walking towards the entrance cautiously. Unfortunately, she tripped on a root jutting out of the ground, and there she fell onto the dirt. What made things worse was that she fell on her side, her injured wing colliding with the ground.

"Auugh! Aww jeez.... aaaauh..." She bemoaned.

Ivan was on his way back still rideing Sara when he saw someone at the enternce of the circus. He told Sarra to go over to the girl who was laying on the ground yelling in pain. "You okay?" he asked softly and saw her wings. She wasn't human or at least all human and that made him less afraid of her. But he wondered what her reaction would be to a boy rideing a lion that had cat ears on his head.

Maurice jumped when he heard a little yelp come from the opening of the woods. He shivered and gravitated closer to Taylor this time, feeling safer near a more familiar face.
"Wh-what was that?" he shuddered, looking up at the older children fearfully. Taylor didnt return the gaze though as she looked towards where the sound had come from.
"I think someones hurt," She said and ran after Ivan to the source of the voices. Looking down at the two of them she emediately knelt down next to the injured angel.
"Are you alright?" She asked almost at the same time as Ivan.

"Hnn...." Delia mumbled into the dirt, raising herr hand, giving a thumbs up sign to indicate she was alive. She lifted her face from the dirt ground, and spat out the soil, then turned to look at the strangers. Feeling that they were good people, she pushed herself up and stood up groggily, smiling weakly.

"Huuu... hi," she coughed, giving a small wave. Just then, a scrawny bright green snake came slithering by, next to Delia.

Sarra growled at the snake and backed up a little bit. Sarra didnt' like snakes a lot and always wanted to stay away from them. Ivan patted Sarra on the head "it is okay" he said as he patted her head. She soon calmed down but kept a eye on the snake. Ivan then turned his attention to the girl and smiled "Hello" he said with a smile on his face and his cat ears twitched a bit.

Cassiel flinched at the sound of the cry, spinning around and looking wide eyed for the source of the strange sound. When Taylor spoke, the man nodded, sprinting after her. He passed some trees, easily dodging those that were in his way, coming to a skidding halt beside the others. Containing his breathing to almost silent pants, he frowned again, gazing down at the strange figure. Wings? Well, it was obvious this was no human, and against his intentions, he couldn't help feeling slightly more relaxed. Cassiel stepped forwars, hands folded across his chest as he studied her a little longer.
"You should get someone to look at your wing, it looks painful." He commented, moving closer to put a hand on her good shoulder, silently offering help in remaining steady.

"yeah, it really is..." Delia said weakly.

Delia stood up, shuddering a bit from the stinging pain from her broken wing. She smiled at Cassiel, Sara and Ivan, then plucked the snake that was slithering its way up to her ankle.
"Oh, I didn't know your lion didn't like snakes... he's harmless, really," Delia said, patting the snake. It seemed to respond by hissing softly. "Aww, and I love you too, Gusha," she said happily at the snake.

She took a look at Ivan carefully. Hmm, he had cat ears and a tail! Delia smiled wanly.

Ivan smiled "you should go see Taylor about that wing, she is really good at healing things." He said with a smile and his Tail started it swing happly back and forth. He then patted Sarra on the head and scratched her behind the ear. "see sarra, he is harmless." he said with a smile. Sarra purred and nodded as Ivan scratched her head.

"Tay..lor?" Delia tilted her head. She looked at Sara, grinning from ear to ear. She bent down a bit, cringing, then pat Sara's soft furry head. "What a lovely lion you have.... uh..." Delia dragged, not knowing his name. She looked around, looking as if she was lost.

"By the way... where am I? What is this place?"

Sarra purred when she petted her head. That made Ivan happy, usually the lions didn't like anyone else. "my name is Ivan and your at the circus." he said with a huge smile on his face. He was starting to like this winged girl and was glad that she was here. He hoped that she would join the circus since he wanted another someone to talk to besides everyone here.

Maurice shiverd a little bit as he looked down at the new arrival. Particularly her wing. He had always been a bit squeamish, but this was worse particularly because he had not yet gotten over the death of the little bird. In his young mind this was not just a coincidence and might end the same way as earlyer. Biting his lip he backed up slightly and moved even closer to Taylor's side.
Taylor gave him a little smile before she shifted her glance to Ivan and glared slightly. She was right there. Did she really need to put a big neon sign on her forehead reading, "Taylor is here" in big bright letters. With a little sigh she shook it off and ruffled Ivan's adorable blond hair in a friendly manner. She had more important things to do then get flustered over stupid little words.
Slowly she reached down and placed one hand gently on her back.
"Come on dear we need to get that wing fixed up. You can walk right? Or do you need some help?" She asked sweetly.

Delia smiled. She looked up at Taylor, and nodded gently. "Y-yes, ma'am, i can walk..." She trudged her way behind Taylor, her left wing being dragged on the floor as she could not lift it without ease. The snake stuck out its forked tongue, encircling Delia's head like a circlet.

"A circus?" she mumbled to herself, looking around in genuine interest. Maybe she wound have a good time here, or maybe even find her purpose! she thought.

"Good," She said but laced one arm under her shoulders to support her just for good measure. She wasnt entirely sure if she wanted her exerting herself too much as they made their way to the first aid. Poor thing, she probably needed more than just a few bandages. She smiled sadly and sent Maurice a little look. Maurice nodded and went over to the girls wing and supported her wing lightly with his back so that it would not drag along the ground or cause anymore damage to it.
Yea...its a circus alright," She said with a smile, "You wont find many people here though, were dieing out unfortunately. We dont really have many acts you see..."

"I... see..." Delia replied, wincing a bit. She followed the strangers into the circus tent, looking around. She loved looking at the lions... they were so beautiful....

"What kind of acts do you have so far? Maybe I cant help out," she offered tentatively, raking her hand through her white hair.

((Btw i totally forgot but this is actually supposed to be set in the 1930's...But because i forgot to mention it and to alter Taylor's clothing, no one wore jeans back then, ill let you guys decide what time period you want it in))

"Not much honestly...there are only three people actually doing real acts...But those who can do more than just one thing. Ivan's the Lion Tamer and Cassiel is an illusionist but sometimes he does the acrobatic stunts too" She said with a shrug.
"I'm a magician," Maurice boasted, his eyes still downcast.
"With a spine made out of jelly," Taylor chuckled, "Seriously hes a brilliant contortionist, he just doesn't know it"
Maurice dipped his head even further at this, letting the wing sag just a little bit without thinking about it. Taylor picked up the pace a little and soon they where at the first aid tent. Sighing in relief, she pulled the flaps back and started to lead the girl inside when she stopped. Squinting her eyes tightly, she tried to see what was inside the dimly lit room. When the finally did she couldn't help but let out a growl. Setting Delia down on the wooden bench on the side of the room, she stomped over to the far corner of the room huffing like some angry bear. A slap rang out in the small space as she pulled a bottle of liquor out from the recipients hands.
"What was dat for?" Henri barked drunkenly as he grabbed at the bottle slugishly.
"What in gods name are you doing?"
"Drinkin'" He said as Maurice pulled back the flaps to the tent, letting the light trickle in.
"Exactly," She hissed, "This is for the patients not so you can get all wasted!"
"I had a toothache," He said with a grin.

As they walked to the first aid tent the other lions joined ivan and sarra. Now Ivan was surrounded by five lions and was still on sarra. But when Ivan saw how Henri was drunk he growled a little bit. He hated drunk people since they would attack people for no reason. While he had been wondering drunk people use to attack him and yell at him saying that he was a freak and that he should die. So when the lion saw how Ivan was acting they all surrounded him and helped him calm down. Ivan smiled and patted each of there heads happly, thanking them silently.

Cassiel walked beside them in silence, occasionally stealing glances of the strange girl, and of the others. When he heard his name mentioned, he waved a hand, having a shower of autumn leaves fall around him before vanishing as they touched the ground.
"They're nothing big, but it's a people pleaser, and they make the acrobatic stunts look even better." He grinned with a cheeky look.

He paused as they entered the tent, sniffing the air. It stunk of drink, and he almost had to hold his nose to block the smell.
"Idiot, you'll die before you're thirty at this rate." He grumbled, looking around for the bandages. "Oh yea...That's Henri, owner of this place and our ring leader...When he isn't drunk out of his mind." He told Delia while sitting down to inspect the wing.

Delia stiffened at the sight of Henri. She really pitied people like him; people who wasted themselves away through heavy drinking. She yelped when her broken wing sagged against the ground, moaning in slight pain. "Aiyah...." she cussed to herself. She heard purring nearby, and turned to see Ivan with even more lions around him. She simpered at the sight of them.

"Hiii," Henri chirped as he was introduced as ring leader. Even stone drunk he could ham it up.
"Oh and you," he said pointing one unsteady finger at Cassiel, "I will make it to thirty. Ill make it to...a thirty bagilion years and dance on your grave! HAHA!"
Taylor promptly slapped herself in the face, mouthing 'kill me now.' Why did she have to be related to this idiot?
Maurice squeaked loudly as Delia screamed. Quickly as he could he returned the wing to its elevated position and looked back up at her, nearly in tears.
"Im so sorry...I..I didnt mean to," he blubbered apologetically.
Henri suddenly perked up, "Whos dat?" he asked even though she had already been inside the tent for a good while.

"It's.. it's fine, nno worries," Delia mused, trying to smile as she pat Maurice gently. She shook her head in amusement, till she heard Henri's voice. She seemed to feel intimidated by him, making her shiver as she sat down. Her snake slithered down, not forgetting to peck her cheek and hissed. Delia watched it slither away, till it was far gone, making sure nothing happened to it.

Maurice didnt feel any better at her words and dipped his head even lower, not willing to show his face or how upset he was.
Henri watched the snake go warily. Secretly he wasn't a big fan of snakes. Just the way they moved made his skin crawl. So he was happy to see the thing leaving.
When Delia didnt answer him he looked over to Taylor and pointed at the angel spawn.
"Whos dat?" he asked again but much louder, thinking that no one had heard him the first time. Taylor flinched as he said it, her ears ringing horribly now.

Delia sensed Maurice's distress, and decided to hug him, trying to reassure him that he was forgiven. So she did, and hugged him with all her heart. She perked her head up when she heard Henri raise his voice; she cringed, a little bit frightened.

"Hnn.. the name's... Delia. Delia con Drechsler, sir," she answered back, looking at him in the eye with her soft white eyes. She looked at Taylor, smiling, then at Maurice, resuming in hugging him. She placed her right hand on his head, stroking lovingly. "don't be upset, my dear friend... all is forgiven." She beamed.

Maurice's eyes went wide as Delia hugged him. It wasnt that he didnt like it, he just wasnt expecting it. To him it was very much out of the blue. But it felt good to have someone holding him like this. He wasnt something he experience often. After a moment or so of realizing exactly what she was doing he sighed, relaxing into her and soaking up every moment.
Henri, in his drunken state, couldnt let there actually be a little moment for the two.
"WHAS THE CON STAND FOR!!?" He yelled as if no one could hear him.

Cassiel raised his head as he realised Henri was talking to him when he had pointed the finger. He stared at the drunk ring leader with a blank, expressionless face for a few moments, until he had finished ranting.
"Firstly, it's rude to point. Secondly, I'm half fey, and for the insult I'll be sure to dance and sing for joy over your freshly dug and burried grave and body!" He answered in a smooth tone, eyes narrowing dangerously. "And for the love of God will you quieten down? If the people on the other side of the world didn't hear you the first time they sure as hell heard you now!" He snapped, holding the bandages tightly for a moment. Taking a deep breath, he turned away from Henri, smiling brightly to Delia. "If it hurts, tell me, I'll try and be gentle, but we need to splint it the right way or it'll heal wrong." He told her before moving towards the wing.

Henri gave him a confused and rather bewildered look as he pursed his lips in disapproval. Taking a quick moment to register every insult he had shoved in his direction he undid his shirt and leaned over to Taylor.
"Hes not very nice is he?" He whispered very loudly. Taylor had no response to this and rolled her eyes at him. She really just wanted him to shut up before he made her kill him, and she was very capable of doing so mind you. When she didn't answer, the ring leader huffed cattily and turned his bleary attention back to Cassiel and more importantly Delia. Suddenly noticing that she was indeed female, Henri pushed himself up off the stool he had been sitting on and walked around her, breathing his alcohol filled breath onto her neck.
"Buh your sweet arent you sweetheart....so...what does theh don sound for?" He blathered drunkenly, trying very hard to sound sexy.