<span style="color: #a64dff">"She ingests blood, yes, but it's used to fuel her power. She doesn't need it to survive. I know because I... well I unwittingly helped create her and her sisters. You can call her a vampire if you'd like, she fits the loose description, but no matter what you call her she's a monster in every sense of the word and would leave this world in ruin if given the opportunity. It's what she was built to do. Her personality, whatever of it she has is from the pieces used to build her."</span>Crimzon stepped closer to Elerona and let out a warning growl. She looked at Zelina and narrowed her eyes.<span style="color: #660000"> "And where is your master now, demon? Why are you here to pay condolences and not him?" </span>Her blade start to glow and pulse with dark energy the more Zelina spoke of their problems but Tyrande's touch calmed her quickly. The arm returned to normal and her armor melted away into more casual attire. She looked at Arysa and pointed down the hall.<span style="color: #660000">"Leave us, little one. Tyrande, you make this decision. I don't trust this demon and I certainly don't trust the Eternal."</span><span style="color: #a64dff">"Mind your tongue or I'll dip it in salt water."</span><br/><br/>"Can't be much worse than a teenage Troll and Harpy. I didn't even think about those two, and I would think Shauna would want to knock up the Eternal-harpy hybrid more. Much better birthing hips on that one. Her succubus is so small and petite." He nodded and kissed her softly. "Well I think Nyaka is a fantastic name, but I suppose I might be a little biased. We should pay them a visit sometime, I'm curious to see how her son is doing."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>