FREEDOM'S BREATH || Introduction

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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

Their ardent flirted often, mostly with the pretty ladies -- that never escaped Ninazu's notice, but she liked to keep an eye on everyone's social relations in the group regardless. In a warbound group such as this one, connections within the group usually meant better backup in raids and greater teamwork on beating the shit out of an otherwise stronger force. So, while the erudite failed to care much about a former slave, she did care enough about group cohesion and socialization to step in. Besides, Stryker looked like he was toying with the snow leopard more than anything else.

The lioness stood close to the two, the flame at her tail-tip flaring as she lashed the limb behind her. "If you keep inflating his head, Stryker won't be able to fit into the pyramids soon enough," she remarked drily, her golden eyes flickering to the ardent to watch his body language for a moment. Unlike most members of the Pitt, Ninazu wasn't afraid of a little tongue-and-cheek with the venomous lion. The lioness liked playing with fire, after all. "Rhiannon, was it? I'm Ninazu, erudite. If you have an interest in healing, let me know." She wanted out of her responsibilities for healing the group, if that wasn't obvious.

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