"I have many names, one of them you already know," Dalia smiled wolfishly, exposing her venomous fangs. The new one's fear fed her magic suitably. Not as well as torture or death, but well enough. "To the humans I am known as Dalia, a simple woman who has a good job with the government. But to the Otherfolk," she said with a dramatic pause, "I am known as<span style="font-style: italic">Mira</span>. I am Death itself. A demon/ vampire/ human mix. I don't know how they did it, but they did." She shrugged as if it were a common gesture, yet it moved her tank top in such a way that her wings came through without damaging the fabric. Her wings were as long as she was tall and were the same white as the rest of her. The only exception was the sharpened talons that ended each of her wings segments. Those where the color of dried blood.<br/>"Now that that's situated, are you ready to train?" she asked the new one.