<span style="color: royalblue">"and what is she? she wanted me to be her owner and then she started hating me for it. and she knew she had no powers and she stormed off anyway? no matter what i tried she still hated me... i gave her orders she hated me, i gave her all the freedom she could ask for and she still hated me... if... if she was so miserable do i even have a right to force her back?"</span>it was obvious that far more then her hand was plaguing Kuro as she started to cry quietly. Azu looked up and frowned.<span style="color: sandybrown">"Ras have Harpy too? what flock? better be good flock... no room in Matriarch family for bad flock."</span><br/><br/>Whisperia shook her head and sighed angrily.<span style="color: purple">"Karren was part demon, it takes more then normal poison to kill someone with a demon's fortitude... now if youll excuse me i dont have time for your stupid sob stories, i have a mate to get ressurected. oh dont you dare talk to me of honor, you Orcs and your so called honor... you wouldnt know an honorable creature if you killed it. if you fought me i would take you apart without breaking a sweat, or did you miss what i did to your armor and your weapons? fuck you, you didnt defend anything, my people are fierce but not warmongering thieves like you, leave us alone and we will happily stay in our forests like we did for ten thousand fucking years! ask the Tauren! we never made war on them, a few skirmishes maybe if a clan got it in their heads to try living in our forests. those forests have been our ancestral homes since before barbarians like you and the Humans discovered fire... you dont get to talk to me about lost families and burned homes. you and every Orc like you, claiming honor, killing my people over some lumber, poisoning us, invading our homes and killing our children disgust me in a way your puny mind isnt capable of comprehending. if i was a more vengeful creature i would burn Orgrimmar to the ground with every single stinking Orc still inside... i am a Druid, i will never forget or forgive the brutle murder of our goddess very son."</span>she stormed out of the camp and headed for a tranquil place in the jungle on instinct.<br/><br/>Ana nodded but didnt seem overly inclined to reply, happily holding Vyre's hand as they walked through the halls and out the back of the temple to the training grounds where Vyre's recruits were being drilled hard by a female Troll with a very large cane in one hand. "you little girls call that a speed run!?" the troops were panting and one was still trying to get in formation from the obstacle course. "ive seen one legged Gnome grandmothers run faster!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>