Noctisardor Bypass riskieron

praimfaya, war born and forged, cannot ignore the call of it as it sings to her like a lulling sirensong beneath the waves. she was and always would be a helpless soldier to it. war was inevitable and it follows her like a shadow; lurking at every corner. she follows mahler as he leads their small trio towards legion, curious to see how it will play out and what will become of rivenwood if it ended badly. already, they were too small and the storms that had begun to brew and lay over the lands like a plague of whitedeath spelled certain extermination.

she draws to his side as he stops as the borders, his call ringing out into the echoing walls of the bypass. on the territory itself, she is not particularly sold but she can make a home anywhere, she's learned.

mahler's summons is answered by a male, striding forth lazily, asking if they really needed 'all this'. immediately, praimfaya isn't impressed. she turns her cynical eye to him and immediately brushes him off as 'non-leader' whether that was true or not. his approach, however, was enough to feed her the assumption. she snorts, unable to help herself, when the other woman mentions not killing him, that he was cute. clearly, they had two different definitions of 'cute', though praimfaya's attraction was limited to dacio ( though that was a secret ), arcturus — way out of her league — and illidan — who was probably out of her league too. if she had a type, she didn't know but she knew immediately it wasn't this man.

he's not even a proper guardian. praimfaya speaks to her fellow female counterpart, words scalding; not caring that he was right there and could hear her. she didn't know any guardian to answer a claiming howl at their borders with a lazy gait. it should've been answered with teeth.