Celie had twirled and resumed a fighting stance after she cleaved through the last of the demons, her orange and black feathered wings pulled tightly to her back. While she was pretty certain it was dead, she had learned the hard way not to let her guard down, before she was absolutely certain there weren't more foes around. For all she knew there could be several more abyssal creatures, currently invisible or hiding nearby.<br/><br/>When everything remained calm, Celie stood straight, sheating her sword on her back. She stroked her long black and red hair back, away from her face, displaying her odd facial features. Looking at three peculiar females, she knew she'd look just as alien to them in return. Again, she noted their beauty. It wasn't hard to imagine how celestials could be enchanted by mortal beauty, although she herself was the result of a non-concentual copulation.<br/><br/>"I am Celie of the Beastlands." Her voice was soft and young of tone. "Are you unharmed?" There were some wounds obviously, but she suspected they had the means to tend them. If not, she had some simple healing abilities herself.