<span style="color: olive">"Neither of us are easily killed, but she doesn't know that."</span>The'kal laughed quietly and shook her head.<span style="color: olive">"Yeah, the more time we spend chasing her the less time have to explore her." </span>She tucked the weapon away into her robes and climbed onto Ashia's back so she could teleport them. When they stepped out of the shadows near the Troll they'd find her nowhere to be seen but her scent leading into a well hidden cave. In the back of the cave they'd find a horribly mutilated female wyrmkin surrounded by dozens of unfertilized eggs. The dragonkin herself had all of her claws smashed and left to heal disfigured, her jaw had been wrenched open and left to same fate as her hands, and her hide was marked with claws from countless cruel mating sessions. The creature looked up from her meal of what looked to be fresh meats and let out a gurgle of a hiss but in her condition could do little else but try to drag herself away from Ashia and The'kal. The goddess remained silent but there was a fury building within her that would make even Ashia nervous.<span style="color: red"> "Is thisss what you sought? You hunt me down, follow me, to kill my mother? When ssshe can't even defend herself?" </span>Behind them stood the Troll, most of her features hidden in the shadow of her cloak but her crimson hair and glowing purple eyes stood out. The woman stood about as tall as your average Troll but with a large tail snaking around her feet covered in black and red scales.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>