<span style="color: #ff0000">"I don't believe that for a second, I stare into your eyes and see nothing but compassion and love. What tribe you were born from doesn't matter, what serial number was stamped on my arm doesn't mean anything, what we do as individuals is what makes us. You come from a violent tribe, I was created to impregnate a few Draenei and then be recycled to make a new version of me. Look where we stand now." </span>She motioned out over the city and smiled a bit.<span style="color: #ff0000">"I haven't been alive long enough to develop a dark side. Let's try to keep it that way. Now then, to Auberdine."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff8000">"It feels nice to me, or felt nice. It may be boring for me as a Troll again but as an Elf I loved it." </span>She returned after a few minutes and served her mate before sitting down beside her.<span style="color: #ff8000">"Sounds good. Though... a little part of me was hoping you'd be coming home stuffed full of Troll cum for me to clean out of you. Or that I'd be invited to your little session. Having our child back is much, much better."</span><br/><br/>The Worgen looked at Sharindia with suspect but her rage was still mostly focused on Ras and his roaming hands, but even as the bindings on her faded she didn't make a run for it.<span style="color: #00b300"> "Jus... mmm... just an Elf. Pink, purple, red, dead... an Elf is... an Elf."</span>She coughed a few times between her gravelly words. "Haven't spoken for a while, hm? That'll be fixed soon enough." Her eyes darted to Sharindia and slowly grew wide in fear and soon she was on all fours trying to run as fast as she could. "She really does have a good ass, nice and firm and now we can see why. I trust you plan on sharing her with me? I mean, I may decide to change my mind on letting you take home a new pet and we wouldn't want that. Even Eru was sampled before coming home."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>