<span style="color: #ff0000">"I was born into lies and shame, I couldn't trust you or anyone else. I never had control of the body long enough to even make attempts. The warlock, I guess we'll call her, she was the raw manifestation of my Eternal power and she forced us into submission for most things. The only times I really had control was when I had to eat to keep from starving, when I was having sex, and on the few occasions when she let me free to go abuse the priestess."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"If I was going to make sexual advances towards you there wouldn't be any question to it. I don't do subtle. I might try my luck with you later though. You've already seen what I have to offer so the worst you can say in no." </span>She leaned on her arm as they traveled and sighed.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "A child, no, I'm a few hundred years old but these fangs aren't just for show and I've been called feral more than once in my life. Wounded soldiers are left to die where I come from, if you can't fight you're of no use. When the battle is over then the victor would collect the survivors." </span>She looked over her shoulder at Kelsy and smirked.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "Harpies are a race of bird people from Azeroth. Not overly intelligent but very beautiful and generally kept to themselves. Or they were until Queen Azshara, the same queen who brought the Legion to our home, cursed them. They're about the same size as you but are covered in feathers except for their face, chest, and butt... I think. They have tails, plumage? I'm not a bird scientist, but they have long feathers covering their butts. Fine, fine. You don't have the 'wise old owl' look anyways. Doctor Kelsy."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>