Tyrande shook her head and rubbed the bridge of her nose.<span style="color: #5900b3">"don't High Priestess me... your not dead, dead things don't eat. the Forsaken only eat to repair themselves, not to nourish their bodies. and the way you eat is in many ways superior to the way i eat, your not even unique, several kinds of animals live on blood. but you don't have to kill anything to eat... can you imagine how many animals have been killed to feed me over the last ten thousand years? thousands upon thousands. always in balance with nature of course but they still died so that i and other Elves could eat."</span>she leaned against Crimzon and shook her head.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "i am not some child that needs to throw a tantrum and break things. no, my powers heal or destroy, i can make nothing. your not just a bodyguard, you are a person, Elune told you that. your job is to be my bodyguard but that doesn't make you any less of a person... it is your job to sacrifice your life for mine if the need ever arises just as it has been my job to sacrifice having a life to take care of my people."</span>she shook her head and leaned it against Crimzon.<span style="color: #5900b3">"our sacrifices do not make us less then a person... they make us good people, willing to suffer ourselves instead of another."</span>she shook her head again and sighed sadly.<span style="color: #5900b3">"i have had to give up every dream i ever had for the sake of my people... my mate, the children i wanted... i don't even have a house to call my own because they needed me."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>