Arlokk stood up and approached Sharindia, his eyes locked on hers and unblinking<span style="color: #336600">. "No, I believe you. I see it in your eyes. It's a shame we had to go this far to ever talk to each other."</span>He smiled a little and offered her the dagger back, which was coated in his blood.<span style="color: #336600">"I didn't become the kind and gentle Loa everyone knew me as by choice. It was a punishment for my crimes against humanity. Ritualistic murders, rape, torture, live sacrifices, arson, treason. Just to name a few. The first woman I loved was poisoned by her father when he learned she carried my child. The poison didn't kill her, that would have been easy for a young me at the time. No, I watched her personality break, her sanity slip day by day, she would throw herself into walls or stab herself. The powers I turned to pale to those you have faced, but they were every bit as dark and twisted. And I gave them everything to have my vengeance and to ensure the next woman I loved would never suffer. Of course, in a twist of fate I ended up becoming the very thing I wanted to destroy. Until The'kal stepped down from her ivory throne and punished me."</span>In the distance Sharindia would notice a disruption in the dirt as if something massive was circling them, but she wouldn't be able to sense anything. He used his clean hand to squeeze Sharindia's shoulder.<span style="color: #336600"> "If you were truly a monster Ras would have never given you the time of day. He sees right through you and he sees the kind, loyal, and powerful woman you are. But if you would settle for a Trollish pet I know a Loa or two who fit what you're looking for. As long as you're not outright abusive they would quite enjoy your company."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"I didn't want children and the few times I did give myself to a man I hurt them. You would have been no strings attached fun... And you were so I didn't kill you. You weren't good but I found myself liking you, being around you was embarassing for me but in ways I couldn't understand. And I still don't. You make my heart race when you look at me, my body gets hot at your touch, but..." </span>She shook her head again and squeezed Ashia tight, this time without claws.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "I don't know how to do that or where to begin. I wasn't raised to deal with my emotions like this."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>