<span style="color: darkgreen">"Then live in peace, tell Kitori you're done talking about it. Enjoy your time home and worry about Sarevess later, as I said, there's no rush to make a decision this important... and in all honesty, how important is it really? If Sarevess wants to see Syrenka while she's too young to remember her, is that really such a bad thing? It'll paint you in a better light and it won't have any effect on Syrenka's future."</span><br/><span style="color: purple"><br/>
"The same could be said about myself, Ibara, and your mother."</span>She tilted her head, but her expression was still hidden.<span style="color: purple">"I didn't stutter. Your kind needs to die out. Dragons, especially mutts like you and your siblings, need to all drop dead. But I'm not going to go out of my way to kill you, your mother, or any of your kind, but I will not give birth to any more. Strong sense of family, hah, I guess you were born the wrong species then."</span>She shook her head and swung the spear behind her to latch it back to her armor. "<span style="color: purple">It doesn't matter now, does it? Nalo's dead so we can't get her side of the story. A case of she said, she dead. I do feel like I should inform..."</span>The scent of the Highborne's fear would have knocked him off his feet if it was possible as armies of shadows rose from the ground and followed Nalo's trail of blood.<span style="color: purple">"Well... I uh, I'm never sleeping again."</span>With a soft laugh she turned and walked off.<span style="color: purple"> "A beer would be good right now... maybe a keg."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: purple">"And you have no right to tell me what I can and can't do. Not when you let my grandmother do as she pleases for so long. But if you won't let me give myself a good future at the cost of a few dangerous dragons..." </span>She summoned two blades and took a step forward.<span style="color: purple">"I'll have to fight for it. Let me remind you, whelp, I have the powers of my mother."</span>Her blades began to spark dangerously.<span style="color: purple">"My father."</span>Venom began to drip from the corners of her grin.<span style="color: purple">"And the strength of a hand crafted Draenei."</span>With a flash of shadow she teleported to the man and lifted him clear off the ground before slamming him back down.<span style="color: purple"> "I am the ultimate killer, and all I'm asking is a chance to let one variation of myself to live peacefully. Do you really want to make an enemy of me?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>