Sybil went up the stairs with her small bag. She had grabbed what she needed and Daral had come back and looked more concerned. He also had this more sedate pace too as he walked. She noted that a few others they passed also seemed oddly more sedate. There was just this subdued feeling to them and the energy. As they came up the stairs and into Aries rooms she felt it even more. Though it just washed over her and she pushed it out. “Daral, what does being Prime really mean? It seems like more than just a name for status.” He looked at her and it seemed like his eyes were a bit more tired. Perhaps a bit more dull too. “Our people used to be many. There are many types, or what I think you’d call ethnicities. Werewolf, Lycan, guardian, shifter, just all names other species call us in their tongue. Then there’s always social level isn’t there? You hav
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