still heavily infused with Crimzon's blood Tyrande wasn't even beginning to sweat despite still being at a dead sprint and she was exhilarated now, obviously loving every second of it.<span style="color: #5900b3">"the shirt is perfect but the pants are a bit too snug in the crotch... or maybe my pussy is still a bit swollen from earlier, either way i think it would be showing if i stopped and that would be dreadfully embarrassing. the boots on the other hand are great, as much as i would love to run barefoot i would just hurt myself. ten thousand years of shoes and boots have made my feet soft and tender."</span><br/><br/>Susan only cried harder and pulled her legs closer.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"i hope you feel smart and happy with your stupid preparations... you have made me feel unloved, unwelcome, unwanted and like you don't care at all... i was so happy when i ascended... i could be with you forever but you made me feel like i was dead, an unwelcome echo of the person you loved... it was supposed to be a special, magical time filled with freedom and joy... instead all i want is to actually be dead... blame you for what? not being a Human anymore? do you have any idea what happens to an old Human? some lose their damn minds and die laying in their own piss and shit and don't even remember their lives! why the hell would i be upset about not facing that? i wasn't like Zelina, she won't age and die some disgusting, degrading and painful death... i became immortal and could be with you forever... but i haven't even wanted to be near you for months now because of the way you have been treating me."</span>she was shaking between her sobs and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"i thought if i acted normal you would get over it and accept me back... i have been trying so hard... i just can't hold it in anymore."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>