<span style="color: #666600">"I was going to the Temple to talk to them about the colors. Make up for your FUCKING mind! Which group of idiots do I talk to about colors and which group do I tell to fuck off and threaten with a fate worse than death!? What does THIS group of idiots want? Because we're clearly having a break in communication somewhere. Alright, good, so these ones are the ones who are angry she simply exists. Got it."</span>She cleared her throat and made her voice boom, drowning out any of the dragon's concerns.<span style="color: #666600">"Ashia is my responsibility and if any of you try to do my job I will claim your body to be reused. You don't have to like her, and you don't have to like me, but you WILL offer us the same respect we offer you. In fact I would like I mention that the red drake sent to kill Ashia is currently being fucked like a worg and begging to be impregnated. If any of you lay a finger on Ashia or her mates I will erase your minds and create a new being to use your body as a brood mother. Have I made myself clear?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #006633">"Mmm, keeping her always aroused even partially may prove to be difficult but the pay off would definitely be worth it. I hope you plan on sticking around long enough to make sure we find a way to do just that. I'd hate for you to abandon us and let us fall back into our miserable, unfulfilling rut."</span><br/><br/>Iron looked at Kuro and huffed before heading to the living room.<span style="color: #ff8000"> "Do not pretend to care, little Elf. My problems are my own so long as they do not endanger the family, are they not?" </span><span style="color: #000000">Jim looked back at Kuro and sighed. "So... I guess she's not normally like that?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>