"A lot of Elves hate your mother, and when she hangs out with people like Sharindia she's not exactly doing much to earn their favor. Vyre and I are good friends though, I know she'll help you out or at least give you a general idea of what to expect when using a spear." As she neared the tent one of the guards dropped his weapon in front of her and shook his head.<span style="color: orange"> "No visitors, this is a very trying time for our people and the Horde as a whole."</span>The guard looked up to Ras then to the other guard who drew his weapon.<span style="color: orange"> "And we will not suffer the presence of traitors or honorless mercenaries." </span>Ras held up one hand and nodded. "Come on Relene, we can visit later."<br/><br/><span style="color: purple">"You don't pick and... choose. You have all of me... or you have none of me. And only you can decide if you want... that." </span>She snarled back and met the dragon thrust for thrust.<span style="color: purple"> "No man or woman... or anything between no... you are right. I question if even you can... match me though." </span>She shook her head in defiance and let out another snarl, though the panting and twitching of her tunnel let the dragon know just how close to another climax she was.<span style="color: purple">"Earn my moans... fill me with your unworthy seed... sate my needs and forever... know true bliss."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>