despite the obviously cold treatment the soft, clean feel of the Harpy's feathers would tell Delithia that the men were taking good care of the Harpies. "that is big word but Harpy not argue." she cooed softly and stared into Delithia's eyes. "Harpy will sleep in cave if Harpy has to to get away from grumpy women and men who sleep with men."<span style="color: #ffff00">"do as you like, at least i know you'll take care of each other's needs and you'll both be happier for it."</span>the Harpy returned the kiss and nodded. "yes, is deal, Harpy happy to be Del's and wear whatever Del likes." Order nodded and teleported them to Delithia's home. "Harpy thought Del say she no have home? this is nice home..." she shook her head before she kissed Delithia again and pressed against her with a lust filled coo.<br/><br/>Ashia frowned and shook her head.<span style="color: #404040"> "so because i have scales i'm not good enough for you to cry on my shoulder? or you think i'm too stupid to understand that your in pain and give you a hug? or listen to you talk about your problems? because that is usually what it boils down to... listening, holding and supporting and i can do those things."</span>she pulled Vyre back so she could see her face and shook her head.<span style="color: #404040">"your right, i cant understand your destiny problems but i can understand losing someone you care about. you were the first person that i ever gave a damn about in this world except my own children... and learning that i wasn't good enough to take care of your needs made me want to die. but i took care of you the best i could and endured your hatred for it and that made me miss my Troll torturer because that hurt less then the way you looked at me did."</span>she pulled Vyre into her arms and shook her head.<span style="color: #404040">"firstly, i couldn't get it up right now to save my life, secondly you don't owe me anything, thirdly, and most importantly, i came here to try to help you, not to get laid."</span>she squeezed the Elf hard and closed her eyes.<span style="color: #404040">"though being fucked into oblivion would be better for you then drinking yourself there."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff00">"hey Lonnie, you busy?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>