skill: warrior [BWP]

She had no idea what sorts of horrors she would find behind each door. She did not know how anyone would just so easily accept the stranger in her dreams - but what choice did she have when they happened multiple times? She could not ignore what the visitor had said, and it went against everything that she felt and knew and believed. Pragma, the devoted, the enduring - she had been raised amongst siblings who had all been some form of love or another with parents who had been almost disgustingly in love. There were some bonds that should not be broken, and Pragma could not ignore the bitter taste of guilt as it radiated off the visitor. The third door was the only option she felt, and she immediately boldly crossed the threshold and was met with the agonizing wails that emanated from the chained figure.

Pragma's glare over her shoulder was as sharp as knives at the visitor from the portal before she broke into a full run. She was shocked to see anyone go to attack the wolf, and Pragma felt horrible about it. It made her stomach roll, or perhaps it was the sound of the chains and those loud sounds of anguish that shook her to her soul. What are you doing? She called out at the nearest wolf, a very shaggy Dimas who was attacking, It isn't his fault! Pragma shrieked before she tried to move and defend the chained wolf.