<span style="color: purple">"Unless you want to sleep on a bench in front of the temple tonight you're going to find a way. One of my pet's defenders not being available when I'm wounded is punishable by death in my eyes... she's lucky you like her or the ass beating of her life would be the least of her worries when I get my hands on her." </span>Vyre nodded a bit and gave Ibara another tight squeeze, despite the lack of emotion she seemed to be quite enjoying the warmth of her pet's body.<span style="color: purple"> "Spend as long as I have underwater mastering it, bringing it out of the water with no drag makes it feel like an extension of my arm. Now shall we go reaping?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Shame, he had quite a future of debauchery, illegitimate children, drugs, and assassination ahead of him too. Oh well, it's probably for the best he's turned into a bitch, the world doesn't need anymore extremely skilled killers... or children, really, but at least he's a good father, right? You'll have to take me by his house somewhere to see them sometime, sounds like quite an interesting sight." </span>Kitori groaned quietly and pressed on her midsection.<span style="color: blue">"Don't start panicking, nothing has changed... it just hurts like a mother fucker. He may have fixed the damage but he didn't do anything about the pain. She said she'd give up her pride to be your slave if you kill her mother, not just staying with you permanently."</span><br/><br/>Nyarien shook her head a bit and moved over to the table to look at the book.<span style="color: red">"Of course I loved him, I carried his body for three days trying to find land so I could bury him. I never found anything, so I settled for a sunken ship to bury him. I fended the spot off for over a week before I grew too weak to carry on, I was found by one of Azshara's High Guard and after nearly killing him I was recruited into Azshara's army. My mother and I have the same Battle Maiden training, we were even trained by the same woman, but unlike my mother I killed her when we sparred. I am, for all intents and purposes, the last of my kind." </span>She shook her head again and sank down a bit so she was at a more comfortable level to read.<span style="color: red">"No, I've spent enough of my life alone. Your company is fine."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>