Tyrande purred deeply, her eyes closing as she enjoyed Crimzon's touch.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "water is great for warming up but its a terrible lubricant, we would only make each other sore."</span>she purred more as Crimzon worked and then looked back at her and smiled.<span style="color: #5900b3">"let me know when your done, i promised you could spend as much time as you wanted bathing me this time."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff4dff">"then a Draenei you shall have."</span>she smirked and growled a little more.<span style="color: #ff4dff">"then stop biting my neck, you know it turns me on in this form."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff00">"i imagine she is either still pining for Rachel or plotting to bed her uncle and become his... she would deny it but that was her fantasy, not the original's. the original wanted Whisperia and especially her animal forms. is it too much to ask that my children at least treat each other amicably? i will speak to him about what The'kal did to you. i assure you, no Eternal wants to be in a black hole, it is a misery you cannot begin to understand without enduring it. as i have previously said, i cannot lift the curse because i cannot see the curse. it was the only way i could prevent myself from killing her where she stood, that makes it perfectly justified as far as i am concerned." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>