<span style="color: olive">"Elune's already dropped a few of them in acid, in public mind you, and they still harass me. If anything it's gotten worse, before they only made me pay protection fee... now they wreck my apartment like it's a game to them. I can't kill mortals, it's not physically possible for me to harm someone. Which, by extension, means I can't defend myself if I'm attacked. It's one of the many 'perks' of being what I am, the most I can do is cast judgement on a mortal and they'll be watched for a brief period and possibly killed. The woman who changed you, for example, I was one of many who cast judgement on but she was deemed unworthy of a particular god's attention and eventually went on to do this to you. I'm not wild enough to be a consort, but if you did want to settle down and have a family I'd help. I know it's not the usual dragon way, but you're also not the normal dragon."</span>The'kal looked at her claw then the line and scowled as her hand was healed in a flash.<span style="color: olive">"I know what I hit, I didn't hit it hard enough. I was trying to be gentle about this and do it in a way that wouldn't hurt you... that's no longer an option unfortunately. This will probably hurt, a lot, so I apologize in advance."</span>A tremendous amount of power surged through the goddess' claws then into Ashia's tattoo, easily overpowering all of the defensive enchants in place but also searing Ashia's flesh in the process. When she finished she slid back from the dragon and looked at her.<span style="color: olive">"You okay? I'm not done, but the worst of it should be over. Want to take a break?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>