Ras leaned forward and tilted the harpy's head up with his middle finger. "I think... I'm going to make you give me a son, but before I do I'll need to talk to someone about making sure my powers don't transfer over. How does that sound? Getting to be one of the very few harpies to ever have a male child. I think I'm going to do that to you. Oh don't you worry about that my love, I'm not about to let my mother have more children than me, she may have my father and Nyaka, but I've got you and maybe this harpy to help build up a large family." He poked Amere again and smirked. "I don't need your tongues to ravage you both like you deserve, I just need enough time."<br/><br/>Arlokk nodded in agreement and let their daughter rest on his chest as he closed his eyes.<span style="color: orange">"Mhmm, and while it's a shame she belongs to Arlokk now, I'm just happy to see her in a better condition than she was when I first got her."<br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: darkorange">"Not sure if I can, that kick hurt..."</span>Nyaka shooed away the servants and looked up at Ophidian with a scowl.<span style="color: darkorange"> "Are you so drunk you can't even tell Rayne's scent from the average Elf? She's been running around the mansion looking to apologize to you, I bet she's even willing to spread her legs for you as a sign of good will. Go look for her out by the lake, that's where she likes to go when she's upset. If you can't find her come find me and I'll help you look." </span>With a smile she pushed him out of the room and towards the backdoor while the Elven Nyaka limped back to the room with Sharindia, a small trail of blood following her.<span style="color: darkorange"> "You should know as well as I do that fighting is the best way to get through to a Troll. But fuck... I think I may need to see a priest, I don't know why I didn't see that kick coming. Oh and here."</span>She handed the vial to the mage and rubbed her midsection tenderly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>