<span style="color: #ff4d4d">“A Human style house is fine. I can adjust it to my liking later, I just need a place to rest and recover for now. And I can’t stay with my mother because she’s got her own family to tend to.”</span><br/><br/>“Never underestimate the horniness of a lonely man in love. I’ll make you something that would make even Leena blush. Animus’ gift was just fine if Ibara was sound of mind. And she’s learned from her mistakes. But either way, it doesn’t matter, your sisters can handle your job while we take a vacation.”<br/><br/>Mischa laid down onto her side and fully stretched out with a yawn.<span style="color: #4da6ff">“That’s good. Life is sacred and while we need to eat, we need to respect our prey. My methods are seen as overly flashy but believe that it’s less traumatic if my prey doesn’t see me coming or feel it. The Black flight is such a strange thing… the corruption doesn’t effect all of them the same. Ah, did they ever deal with Neltharian? He was such a handsome dragon before his fall.”</span>She nodded and let out a sigh.<span style="color: #4da6ff">“That’s a shame. The more I read of the leylines in this place the more I realize that I’ve missed a lot. I wonder how long I’ve been dead. Maybe one of those Order machines can tell me. Hm? I can tell where your children are, your teleporting leaves behind tears in the aether that I can see through. But I respect your privacy and will stay away from them and your family until you feel comfortable introducing me. Oh… that sounded threatening didn’t it? I apologize for that. Sorry, you have a very unique magical trace that’s easy for me to track.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>