Arlokk grunted at the blow and slowly pulled himself to his feet.<span style="color: #336600"> "I can judge you quite easily."</span>He spat out a mouthful of blood and wiped his mouth with a grin.<span style="color: #336600">"I failed my son and he hates me, yes. I accept that but last I checked my son wasn't nearly responsible for the end of the world. My son has grown up to be a fine man even if his taste in women leaves a lot to be desired. What's Vyre doing? Is she still living in Silvermoon... oh, no, she got exiled. Now she's Ashia's cock sleeve. We were both monsters, we got our powers by doing horrible things and being horrible people. I turned my life around, you're still a manipulative piece of shit who is unworthy of my son's attention. Do you even care about him or did you just want the status that came with getting fucked by a false Loa?" </span>He laughed coldly and shook his head.<span style="color: #336600"> "Time? You manipulate time like you manipulated my son! You can't woo any one because you're a knocked up and blown out cow with the personality of a Forsaken woman!" </span>Arlokk's temper seemed to break suddenly and he shook his head as he walked over to a window and began to mutter an ancient Trollish mantra to himself.<span style="color: #336600"> "My way home is already on her way." </span>He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly.<span style="color: #336600">"I'm sorry. I didn't... I didn't mean any of that." </span>He repeated the mantra again and Shardinia would recognize it as an old priest motto.<span style="color: #336600">"Everything with Karren and getting our house set up has been kind of boiling up for a while. Well, you know how Ras is. He gets it from me. So I apologize for taking it out on you and using my distrust as an excuse. Wow, she can really move."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"That was because your brood had just been wiped out and I got caught up in the moment, nothing else."</span>Vyre was on the verge of crying again, this time out of frustration from not understanding her own emotions and having no experience with dealing with them.<span style="color: #8000ff">"I will, it'll keep you from actually getting hurt." </span>Ashia would feel her mate's frustration quickly turning into anger as she pressed her face into Ashia's neck and squeeze her tight.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>