Crimzon stopped walking and looked down.<span style="color: #660000">"Tyrande, my mate, my... my beloved, my everything. You cannot accommodate my nature and I would ask you not to try. I was created to kill or convert you, these are things that will forever be present, nagging, in the back of my mind. I want to feed and reproduce, to create more of my kind. I do not have a nature that can or should be accommodated or even acknowledged."</span>She turned on Tyrande and hugged her tight.<span style="color: #660000">"I need you. I need you in my life to keep me sane, to keep my thoughts on the future. I need your blood and I need your lust, I need your unchecked and feral desires and your warm and loving embrace."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffcc99">"Good, because it would be a shame if you couldn't truly claim my womb as your property."</span><span style="color: #ff0000"> "Oh, don't worry, even after Rachel starts to rot, again, I'll take up the job of knocking you up and cuddling with you." </span>Ana frowned in thought for a moment then grinned.<span style="color: #ffcc99"> "An immortal lover to give me all of the children I could ever hope to birth? I suppose that sounds... acceptable."</span>Stuck holding the child, Rachel wouldn't be able to dodge the piece of carrot that came flying out of the kitchen and bounced harmlessly of her neck.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Damn, I was aiming for your tusk. How does... braised trout? Is this trout... what the fuck kind of fish did that woman... You're getting fish over rice with vegetables!" </span>It wouldn't take long for the house to be filled with the smells of Karrie's work, while Ana had become a master of cooking for Rachel specifically, Karrie seemed to have taken up her father's skill in the kitchen exceptionally well.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>