The'kal looked away from Ashia and shook her head.<span style="color: #666600">"You wouldn't know. Some... many of the women currently in the village needed some motivation to let you touch them, they came here with you on their own free will, but starting the process required a little assistance."</span><span style="color: #b30000">"And I want to kill myself as a drake, I might actually follow through with it as a dragonling if I'm more emotional."</span><span style="color: #666600">"You won't, because you're terrified of death. Terrified of your letting your last mate down, what were his last words to you?"</span>Ruby's eyes ignited in fury and she bellowed out with a roar that shook the trees.<span style="color: #b30000">"Don't you EVER talk about him!"</span><span style="color: #666600">"Or what? You'll grow a spine? You ran and hid while he and your clutch were butchered, you're a coward. You let your family die because you were too scared to stand up for yourself, and you're a coward now who can't even kill herself so you just let others push you around." </span>In a flash Ruby shrank to her Dragonling form and threw herself at The'kal, but without moving the goddess smashed the red into the soft ground causing her to struggle as she began to suffocate.<span style="color: #666600"> "Is this what you really want? The harder you fight the faster your body will run out of oxygen and the sooner you'll die. Or do you want to be a mother and take this second chance at life? You're a failure in the eyes of your goddess and your queen, do better."</span>Ruby was let up and she sat up gasping for air and collapsed onto her side.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>