Tyrande shook her head with a deep sigh.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "that is for Elune to decide, not us.  i love you too and i will never let you go."</span>she returned the kiss but getting closer to the sabers pretty much brought the game to a halt as they looked at her as though expecting orders. the saber she had been riding sniffed at her hand and then nuzzled and licked it looking for a treat and then gave her the stink eye.<span style="color: #5900b3">"you are alive Crimzon, your heart beats and Elune said so."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0000ff">"i am flattered that you think i am so complicated my dear... but i am a simple barbarian Troll from the frozen wastes of old Northrend. i work hard all day, i come home horny, hungry, sore and tired, i don't think about what you might be hiding under your robe, i just look at you and imagine how good your pussy is going to taste when i get between your legs."</span>she smirked and shook her head and laughed.<span style="color: #0000ff">"a good girl? me? oh, my dear, you know i am never a good girl. i am a naughty, horny Troll with two lovely ladies to play with and i am going to play as much as i possibly can. i don't care to discuss ancient history."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>