Kitori shook her head and hit him again before relenting and returning to the bed.<span style="color: purple">"I'll always doubt someone's taste in women if they're with a Night Elf when they're more than capable of being with someone like me."  </span>Vyre shook her head and cracked her knuckles a bit.<span style="color: purple">"And I can only hope when you finally get what you deserve Elune is far more merciful than I will be. Because I promise you your death will very slow and at my hands, you can only run for so long before you have to stand for your crimes." </span>She ignored Ophidian's comment and slowly advanced on her mother knowing she'd back away.<span style="color: purple">"Getting along? No, but you should know the saying, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. And we'd both benefit from your death. He wouldn't have killed me, not now at least, his Elf wouldn't let him, but she doesn't seem to be as interested in stopping us from breaking you."</span>In a flash she drove her nails into her mother's midsection and lifted her off the ground the few inches.<span style="color: purple">"Teleport away, you've no reason to still be here... Go crawl back to Ras like the worm you are and remember that I'm still faster than you and would give anything in this world to see your soul destroyed."</span>She shoved her fingers deeper into the Elf before pushing her away and wiping her hand off on her mother's robes.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">"My life is of little value, if living as a whore was required to ensure my son had the best possible life then I would do so with a smile on my face." </span>Nyarien shrugged and looked around the library and moved to return the book she was holding.<span style="color: red">"There is nobody to blame but my grandmother for blocking communications between my mother and the temple. We had been free for well over two hours before they caught up with us..." </span>She looked down at her son for a moment and sighed.<span style="color: red">"What I went through, it wasn't worth it for this... for him. But he is my son, and it's only fair I give him the best chance I can, opinions can always change."</span>She gave her a son a squeeze and closed her eyes for a moment.<span style="color: red">"I guess I'm too much like my mother, I probably never would have had a child otherwise. I hate other Naga too much to willingly allow one to touch me."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>