Many dazzling stars spot the sky, as if someone had just taken a box of glitter and dumped it onto a velvet black sheet. You stare up at them and fall into an inspiring trance. You look at the stars and grow overwhelmed with emotion as you imaged those stars as souls, all the souls of the fallen, shining brightly and promptly in the sky, living on past their death. "What are you doing on the territory of The Paranyx Hybrids?" Her eyes narrowed. "You can either join or leave." ❆Never attack/kill a packmate. If carried out, it will result in your own death. Counts as major disloyalty.