[center][h2][color=lightpink]Ananta[/color][/h2][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

It took  more effort then Ananta would care to admit to round up the orphans, their en-masse discovery that they could take the form of cats left both her and the angelic nuns scrambling to catch the furry youngsters before they lost themselves in the bustle of commuters, not to mention the danger of motor vehicles they would be woefully unfamiliar with from their time in Celestia. 

[color=lightpink]"Children, settle down or we won't be able to get ice cream."[/color] She chastised firmly, corraling the last of the mewling kittens amidst the balustrade of her tail curved in upon itself, her Asura arms darting out to pick up any of them that tried to scramble out. All was going well enough till one of the nuns pointed to a kit who'd been approached by a local child whose feline face bespoke of the mischief all parental figures bemoaned in the friends of their charges. Shuffling forward with an awkward gait made sluggish by the kittens she had to contain, till she lift the final orphan angel from the ground and set his squirming body down with it's kin.

[color=lightpink]"Pardon me, my child. These youths are under my care and we are too new to this area for me to let them wander off so freely. Perhaps your parents can arrange for a playdate some other time when we are settled."[/color] The pink naga said beneficently yet found her gaze drift upwards the disgusting musk of a creature more carnal then your average succubus, it's voluptuous figure reposed upon a tree branch over head like a resting predator. Such an unseemly feline, too slattern for even a modicum of modesty to cover herself, had Ananta salivating with an audible hunger rumbling from her stomach to the tip of her tail. 

[color=lightpink]"You up there. I don't believe this to be your child. Are you a transient or do you normally stalk small children?"[/color] Ananta asked, idly playing with the tassels of her shawl as though not inclined to whip it out and bind Noire to the branch she laid upon.[hr]

It didn't take a genius to know why a sorcerer did not wade into battle in full plate mail, or why a warrior would only shield themselves in a silken nightgown and be done with the business of personal protection. It [i]did[/i], however, take personal experience to grasp the exhaustion of transitioning from wearing such light vestments as robes to a set of light armor, and Suparna was cursing ever step taken between heavy pants up the steps of Celestia's most prominent palace as the blessed metal grew heavier with time. 

[color=orangered]"At last!"[/color] Suparna cried, falling to a knee as she reached the summit and felt a rush of welcome wind tostle her new [url=https://imgur.com/1cz45tR]Angelic Attire[/url]. It was over all tight, stuffy, and far more then she was used to, but Diana was right about a great many martial things and this was one of them. Just hurling her maggots about did her no good when everyone was either too thick skinned or too powerful for it too work alone. At least the armor would do well in protecting her shell and the maggots within, and already the shield and sword, fastened to her back and waist respectively, were prime vectors to penetrate any enemies guard and disperse her ravenous horde in the wake of a shield bash or a thrust. [color=orangered]"Though I'm going to throttle her for not getting that feather weight enchantment on them. Doesn't she know corpses don't get stronger from exercising?!"[/color]

But her grumbling soon stilled as easily as her breath did, and she rose to enter the holiest of abodes to find her draconian friend for yet another bout of questions and answers, as she was want to do in this land of Milk and Honey. She shouldered the doors and slipped inside, immediately struck by both the grandeur and the absurdity of the room.

[color=orangered]"Ummm, is this a bad time, Diana?"[/color] Suparna said through a suddenly parched throat, eyes turning from the Imperius visage of Deva, radiating a serene superiority even with her eyes closed, to the scene of dogs sniffing dogs a stones throw away, and finally to Diana seemingly caught against a pillar by an Angel as feared as she was respected. Colloquily known by demons both captured and defected to Heaven as the Rat Catcher, she'd had the odious honor of a brief meeting with the Vassal. It amounted to an unabashed promise of suffering should she betray the trust of Diana and Deva, along with a complimentary 'Welcome to the Neighborhood' fruit basket.

It possessed an unsurprising lack of apples, and an abundance of pamphlets about local congregations and how to devout oneself to Heaven's grand designs. 

And now this vary same terror was looming over Diana and Suparna honestly couldn't read the situation for a damn. [color=orangered]"I was just going to ask my friend about this place some of the soldiers were talking about. A training ground for your Valkyries and...others."[/color] Suparna wrung her wrists awkwardly, unable to find a nicer word then the jeers directed at what she imagined to be more akin to barbarians then proper Angels of Heaven. [color=orangered]"They said it was Valhalla, if that means anything to you."[/color]