Alpha was....dumbfounded at the very least. So much so the goat forgot to be an asshole. "What...holy....shit..." She would say, her eye wide and her mouth agape, her remaining eye never leaving the angel. "What are you?" The goat was slender, but not sexy. She was skinny, but not sumptuous, like she had undergone serious trauma. But, nevertheless she still held that certain lovliness that sets any girl out from a man, though not a boy sometimes. "I-I'm Alpha." She would say, feeling drawn to this woman in some way. "What's your name?"

“Rai, a pleasure to meet you alpha.” She said, offering out a hand to shake.

Alpha would shake Rai's hand, her PTSD-induced shaking ever so evident with this shock "So what are you?" She said, recovering

“Ouch, bit of a rude question to ask somebody right off the bat, but I’m one of Io’s granddaughters, a half-dragon.”

"half-dragon? Oh well." Alpha said, shrugging "Well, to apologize, you can ask me what I am."

“Alright then, what are you then?”

"A Monster, or specifically a Boss Monster." She said dryly

“That is not particularly helpful.”

"It is what my particular breed is called." She said, motioning to herself

“Welp. If that’s the way it is no sense in gnashing fangs over it.”

"I've never heard that." Alpha said, with a blank stare

“I think the normal saying has something to do with milk.”

"No point in crying over spilled milk?" She offered

“Maybe that’s it.”

"I think so"

“Right then.”

"What brings you here?" She asked, still a bit shocked

“Nothing. I just wandered by and my highway struck down here. Heard it’s got some decent fighters though.”

"I'm not usually interested in fighting." Alpha said, dismissing it

[i]The woman was met with someone... awfully similar to herself -- in that their species were alike, even if definitely not the same. Standing a few meters in front of the entrance to the Dojo was a certainly very tall, imposing figure, standing at six feet and nine inches tall exactly, towering and lumbering with a mesomorph body, strong musculature filling her tall frame well while her square, well-defined shoulders gave her a more rectangular shape. She could've been mistaken for a male, really, if it weren't for her surprisingly curvy figure, shaped like an hourglass. She was a mix between fit and curvy, really. While her shoulders and build were both certainly rather masculine, they were greatly contrasted by an ample, even buxom chest, their full "greatness" hidden by her clothes. Paired with her bust were a pair of wide hips that finished the hourglass figure off, leading into long, strong legs that ended in three-clawed feet, though the limbs were, strangely enough, plantigrade. The reptilian feet were covered in ocean blue scales that ran up the woman's legs. The lady's face, however, was perhaps the most worthy of note, even more so than her figure and her feet. She was more handsome rather than pretty with a sharply shaped face, her jawline more or less rugged, though definitely still feminine, ending with a nicely rounded chin. She had thin, light pink lips that were pursed as her strikingly copper-coloured eyes looked at the sky. A small, lightly upturned nose sat in the middle of her face, elegantly curving into her forehead. Her copper-coloured hair was done in a crown-braid, elegantly woven with a "tail" that was left to hang, reaching to about her shoulder blades, while knife-like elf ears poked out through her hair, each about six inches in length, twitching whenever they were hit by a raindrop. As far as the similarities between her and the newcomer went, they were immediately obvious. Ocean blue horns curled from the sides of her head, diagonally in front of her elvish ears, starting out thick as they jutted out, only to curve forwards a good few inches before dropping down an inch and continuing on, ending in thin, pointy tips. Scales that held the same colour as the ones on her feet and her horns coated her jawline and - though only a little - her cheeks, while the scales were mirrored on the back of her hands, trailing up her wrist and forearm only to disappear into the sleeves of her clothes. On the topic of her clothes, they were simple and probably straight from Dojoville: a white, turtleneck sweater that seemed to only highlight her curves with over it a long, forest green parka coat, the fur-lined hood of which was left down. On her legs, she had a pair of maroon blue jeans that were torn ever so slightly on her thighs, showing creamy white skin. She wasn't unarmed, though, as both of her hips held a sword in its sheath, the scabbards made from hardened black leather and reinforced with iron strips, each about three feet long, while the black leather-wrapped grips and their cruciform guards were both six inches long, ending in a round pommel that had a wyvern engraved into it on both sides. She seemed to just be looking at the sky, front facing the newcomer. A big dragon-elf lady armed with a pair of twin swords. What an interesting first sight.[/i]

“Well, I’m not sure if I should be pleasantly surprised at the coincidence, or worried that somebody knew I was headed this way.” She says, half joking. Her voice is confident if not cocky, and optimistically proud.

[i]It took a few moments before the lady figured out she was the one being talked to, her eyes darting to look at the newcomer first, head tilting back down a few moments later. She cocked her head to the side for a second while she thought, a slight grin forming on her lips.[/i] "Perhaps both? I'd be more surprised at the fact that we're both so similar, but that could just be little old me..." [i]Her own voice was on the rougher side of things, though still strangely delightful to listen to, sounding weirdly maternal and warm as well, with a clear tone and a slightly fumbled pronunciation of things.[/i]

“Dragons aren’t exactly the commonest things, but from what I’ve seen and heard, it’s nothing to do with breeding habits, so I’m not exactly shocked when I run into another one of Io’s granddaughters.” [spoiler]Io is the father of dragons in D&D [/spoiler]

[spoiler]Me knows[/spoiler] "Hmm... Io? I don't think I follow you there, and allow me to correct one minor fault: I'm not a dragon. Well, not completely... I'm something you'd call a 'Scicylla' in the tongue everyone here seems to speak." [i]Of course, expecting only confusion as a response, the Scicylla, as she had called herself, was quick to expand on her own species.[/i] "We're the offspring of the Elves and the Dragonborn some... ten thousand years ago, or something similar. Folks often say we take the ferocity of the dragons and the beauty of the elves... heheheh! Want me to tell you a little more?" [spoiler]it'll get saucy tho [/spoiler]