As the war continues, the men come back to the camps tired and unwilling to please their women. In Kyama's case, her once faithful companion left for battle. The chances of him coming back were slim, as he was not a very good fighter. Kyama searched for a companion that was worth of her, but could find none. She needed to find somewhere where the men had the tools to please her, and that place was not on the Alliance's side of the war. Even though she knew she would be labeled a traitor, she packed up her clothes and left to join the Horde. The needs and desires overtook her mind and made it so she ad no problem leaving behind everyone she knew.<br/><br/>What was she in search for? She had heard one of the females talking about how the men of the Horde were well equipped, and not with just weapons. She heard tales of the men making their women pass out from sheer pleasure. Although, Kyama herself was curious of this and went out in search of the tribes, hoping that she could find them before she ran out of food.<br/><br/>Three days later, she stumbled upon a camp. The camp was much similar to her previous camp, except for a couple things. There were different races living on this camp. Instead of elves and the like, she found more dangerous and more exotic people. There were orcs, minotaurs, and zombies patrolling around the area. It was night time, and Kyama blended into the night quite well. Her skin was a lighter shade of blueish violet, but her clothes were dark, as was her navy colored hair that hung in braids behind her pointed ears. Curiosity killed the cat, she thought, but went inside their boundaries quietly sneaking around to investigate.