Tyrande sighed angrily and reached up to rub her face before she retrieved the piece of flesh from the well.<span style="color: purple"> "damn demons..."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: darkorange">"and if you spanked me what what my Mistress say? i think she would break your arm again... shes posessive and protective." </span>Ibara growled hungrily before she stuck her tongue out at Ras.<span style="color: darkorange"> "that depends how good you cook." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>