<span style="color: #ffff00">"that is why i broke it down to terms you should understand... but i cant help you understand if you dont ask questions about what you dont get. please ask questions. i... i cant raise you, i cant protect you while you grow, i cant be the mother i should have been... this, teaching you, is the last chance i get to be a mom. please let me do as much of that as i can... please?"</span>she smirked and shook her head with a laugh.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "your just not attracted to me because i am your mother, which is as it should be. but do me one favor, before you judge my favorite race to ever evolve, feel your tits."</span>Elerona would find them as perky as a Draenei's but as soft as a Tauren's.<span style="color: #ffff00">"by the way, i leave a trail of sexually frustrated mortals in my wake. in fact three people in this room are fantasizing about me at this very moment... but as an expert on mortal sexuality, why does that man in the corner want to bite my ass? how is that sexy?"</span><br/><br/>Order frowned and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "you really think Ibara would ever have the guts to banish you? or that i would let things go that far? if i fuck up i can fix whoever i broke and erase all memory of it after i calm down... and apologize to you in whatever way you need me to."</span>she shrugged a little and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffff00">"you could still do all of that. your a priestess, you know the power of religion better then i will ever understand it. you could preach to mortals all the things your teaching your students and with the power of a living 'goddess' to back up what you say is right they would fall in line. hell, the only thing i tell those who insist on worshipping me is to be better to kinder to eachother and to never, ever earn my wrath." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>