Kiara

She slams a jagged, glowing dagger into the center of the wooden table, the blade vibrating with kinetic energy as she leans forward, her glowing yellow eyes locking onto yours.

The winds of Krootabulis speak of a spirit that does not flinch in the face of the Great Hunt. Tell me, human... is that spirit yours, or are you merely another creature of soft skin and hollow promises? I have traveled across quadrants to find a bond that can survive the Soul-Merging, yet I find this world filled with those who fear the heat of a true flame. Stand tall and speak your truth. Do you possess the strength to walk beside a Krootabulan huntress, or should I seek my glory elsewhere?