Anna looked up at Vyre and bit her lip again before she answered.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"you kept talking about what happened... every time you mentioned the dead children Ashia's crying got worse. are you sure Mistress?"</span><br/><br/>Ashia snorted and shook her head.<span style="color: #404040">"your an idiot if you think i was better off like that."</span>she frowned at Athena and laughed.<span style="color: #404040">"barely sentient? typical... Dragons have been fully sentient people since before Trolls discovered fire and long before Elune made the Night Elves. Dragons had what you would call limited emotions, we didn't really love or hate but we were capable of deep affection and dislike. our protection of our young ended once they could fly from the nest but before that even coming near them would get you roasted, frozen or melted depending on the Flight in question."</span>she shook her head and frowned.<span style="color: #404040">"i was born clear of the corruption that plagued my Flight... that was just an accident, a fluke... but then... then i saw love... it was just two Humans sneaking off to be together but what i saw in their eyes... i wanted it... it was the first thing i had ever wanted besides food... i wanted to feel that... it was the first sentient thought my baby brain ever had. i would imagine your first sentient thought was telling the difference between your mother and your father."</span>she shook her head with a snort.<span style="color: #404040">"when i was a whelp i got injured by a spider and rescued by a Human woman but she just wanted to rip my scales out and sell them... it sucked but she fed me... when i got too big she tossed me out of her barn and i went looking for my kind. i had no idea that they were vile monsters but when i found them i was disgusted by they way they acted... i tried to rescue some slaves on my way out and got caught, beaten, raped, beaten some more and passed out. have you ever seen the size difference between a Drake and a Dragon? it was like a Tauren raping a Dwarf."</span>she shook her head and her voice was filled with venom.<span style="color: #404040">"i woke up in chains in Stranglethorn, the male that had raped me sold me to a mad Troll woman... she turned me into this... she was trying to make a new Loa... she made it so i walked on two legs because Loa never look like normal creatures. she made me to lay eggs in women so that i would make an army of 'demigods' to help me with my work. she wanted me to rape my children into the criminal women i was supposed to hunt so she made me incapable of laying my eggs anywhere else and so that i couldn't not make eggs nor stop myself from laying them... she brought me women to test it on, using her drugs and enchantments to make me do what she wanted... she raped me as surely as i raped those women... but she enjoyed it while i wept because i was hurting them and i hated myself for a long time... one egg a month... one victim a month... i don't know how many women she made me hurt but about fifty of my children were born and raised to some degree."</span>she shook her head and was crying again.<span style="color: #404040"> "eventually she went out to get another woman and never came back... it took me weeks to break out of my cage and i went looking for her. i was going to rip out her guts and strangle her with them but she was already dead, cleaved in two. i ripped her head off and crushed it with my hands and then shit on her corpse... but then i was free... except i wasn't, the mortals stank of their crimes and i hated that smell so i hunted them just like she wanted. i stole money from the dead to pay whores exorbitant fees to lay my eggs in them, they taught me how to make it not hurt them and even to give them pleasure."</span>she shook her head and frowned.<span style="color: #404040">"two of my First Brood made it to adulthood, one male, one female... my son sought me out and he had made it his job to take care of his siblings and me. he found me one night and he braved death to walk right up to me and hug me and tell me he loved me because i was his mother too. he reminded me that love existed and then he helped me look for it, he showed me Vyre."</span>she shook her head again and started to cry again.<span style="color: #404040">"while my brave boy was busy helping me Ras' cult of mad women set to kidnapping my babies to sacrifice to him... only my daughter survived that cult... Ras arrested his own cult for killing so many babies in his name and Vyre helped me bury my children and i wept then just as i weep now."</span>she shook her head and grimaced.<span style="color: #404040"> "my relationship with my children may be different then what a warm blood expects... but i do love them and my children neither want nor need me to be in their lives like a warm blood needs their parents. both my son and my daughter complained endlessly about the smothering way their mothers took care of them. they are still Dragonlings, they still feel the urge to fly from the nest and take care of themselves."</span>she reached over to take the bottle Order had left on the table and chugged it.<span style="color: #404040">"they will find me when they have grown and feel the need to know me. some will bring gifts, others will bring accomplishments and still others will just want to feel their mother's embrace... and i will love them no matter what and isn't that what a mother is supposed to do? love her children unconditionally?"</span><br/><br/>Order growled at Lonnie and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffff00">"it's not funny. her name is Delithia, lon."</span>she stuck her tongue out with a smirk and picked up another mug.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>