<span style="color: #ff0000">"they have really strange taste... i have never been in such good shape, Ogres are a bitch to deal with."</span>Order looked at Jim and frowned.<span style="color: #ffff00">"your a gentle soul. my name is Order, i am an Eternal, the same race as Elune and yes, i did that in less then an hour of your time."</span>Britomart wasted no time kicking The'kal with her armored boot and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "dont you even go there. i gave up my old armor but those axes have never failed me. i would be a good girl if that were possible, but we both know it isnt. you know as well as i do that hatred between the races will not go away, that sooner or later war will break out again. and since i happen to actually like fighting, shouldnt i be allowed to wage those wars and defend the helpless? i dont fit into Whisperia's life anymore, its why i left. i dont know how to live without fighting... i dont know what to do with peace, im afraid of it."</span><br/><br/>Anna frowned before she shrugged.<span style="color: #0080ff"> "maybe, and th-that would m-make sense... but th-that doesnt m-mean the adults ar-arent d-dangerous."</span>Anna shook her head and reached up to cup Vyre's cheek with one hand while the other went to the Elf's heart.<span style="color: #0080ff">"n-no. b-beaauty is right h-here... th-the softness in y-you e-eyes wh-when you look at m-me and th-the kindness of y-your h-heart wh-when you took m-me in... n-no one else w-would have b-bothered, the w-would have l-left me and my st-stupid st-stutter in the st-streets."</span>she bit her lip but nodded and wrapped her arms around Vyre, holding her tight and she whimpered softly.<span style="color: #0080ff">"j-just pr-promise youll b-be safe... i... i dont kn-know how to t-take care of m-myself."</span>she returned the kiss and squeezed Vyre as hard as she possibly could, nodding with her head leaned against her owner.<span style="color: #0080ff">"y-yes M-Mistress."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>