<span style="color: #ff8000">"It's not that fancy, really. And you keep saying that I'm not really a Night Elf anyways. I like keeping my food fresh and Sell likes to have a fast bite to eat on the way to work. These were custom made. Karren designed them before Whisperia moved away, I just found a mage and blacksmith willing to make them for me."</span><br/><br/>Vyre let out a gasp when she hit the horn and it seemed to daze her briefly. When she regained her senses she let out a deep snarl and redoubled her efforts.<span style="color: #a64dff">"My will is stronger... Than you know."</span>Vyre continued to slam her head into Inaara's for almost ten straight minutes before the priestess started to see glimmers of silver in the Elf's blood again. Her legs suddenly gave out and the corruption gushed from her eyes and nose and began to leak from the corners of her mouth.<span style="color: #a64dff">"It hurts... It hurts so much..."</span>The sizeable puddle of corruption had now formed around them and in it reflections of Azshara, Ibara, and everyone else who had an impact on Vyre's life danced along the surface.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>