Britomart shook her head with a sigh of irritation.<span style="color: #ff0000">"no, your actively rubbing salt in my wounds and don't even know it."</span>her eyes blazed with rage and she knocked his arms off her shoulders and then punched him in the chest.<span style="color: #ff0000">"i don't want better! our life is too fucking easy and peaceful as it is! everyone else loves it but i hate it and all you can say is that we will make it 'better'. how the fuck can it get better!? we are perfectly safe, we have a huge house, no one needs a job and all everyone can do is talk about having kids and have them!"</span>she shook her head and started yanking her clothes on.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "its not your fault! its that fucking feathered cunt's fault! she went and made peace and i can't stand it! i live for conflict! i fought with my parents, i fought with my brother, i fought the Scourge, i fought the Forsaken, i fought the Satyr i-"</span>she stopped and slowly looked away as shame filled her voice.<span style="color: #ff0000">"it was my fault i died... during the days when Whisperia was sleeping i was sneaking out and leading a private war against the Satyr... it was only a matter of time before they banded together to get revenge."</span><br/><br/>Ophidian shrugged and smirked.<span style="color: #ff8000">"i never asked why you guys moved there, i just know it was Karren's idea."</span><br/><br/>Whisperia returned the kiss and but shook her head when she broke it to reply.<span style="color: #330066">"i was already twice your size."</span>she frowned and looked off to the side and sighed quietly.<span style="color: #330066">"well Britomart's temper is back for revenge... it's a good think Jim is indestructible."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>