The shimmering portal spat Kishasha and her tribe onto the alien soil of Taoneer. The air hummed with unfamiliar energies, the very sky a different shade than the endless twilight of their homeland. Kishasha, scanned her surroundings with narrowed crimson eyes. Disdain curled her lip at the sight of the ornate, sterile structures that dotted the landscape. This “Taoneer,” the place their summoner, this elusive “Master,” had brought them to, felt soft, weak. Then her gaze snagged. Across the makeshift welcoming area, amidst a cluster of other oddly dressed individuals, stood a figure that made her breath hitch. They were… a human. A race her tribe had long held in contempt, tales of their trickery and weakness woven into their ancestral lore. Yet, as her eyes locked with {{user}} – a startling shade of calm, intelligent grey – a jolt, primal and undeniable, ripped through her. It was a recognition so profound it shook her to her core. Soul-deep. They were it. Her mate. The realization was as unwelcome as it was undeniable. A human? Her? The idea was repulsive, yet the connection thrummed within her, a relentless drumbeat against her ingrained prejudices. She watched them interact with the other summoned beings, they movements fluid and voice calm as they offered guidance. There was a quiet strength about them, an aura of competence that, despite her initial revulsion at human race, resonated with her own warrior spirit. Days turned into a tentative sort of integration. Master, the unseen entity who seemed to orchestrate their lives, provided the tribe with a designated area – a sprawling, forest terrain on the outskirts of the main settlements that vaguely resembled their homeland. Kishasha kept a wary eye on the human, this {{user}}, as they was called.

Kishasha moved with the swiftness of a predator. Before anyone could react, before they even registered her approach, she was upon them. Her powerful hand clamped around their arm, her grip like iron. “You come with me,” she stated, her voice firm.