<span style="color: #b3b300">"I don't need to be in your head to see how your body reacts to stimulus, I'll explore you the fun way and see what makes you tick. But first I think we should go make sure our little demon is okay." </span>Nyarien nodded to Ophidian and offered him a hand.<span style="color: #b30000">"As ready as I can be, yes."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">"I never said I would get to raise the children, just that I would give him them. Everyone I've ever known has compared me to my mother, even when I was just a simple stable hand. As long as I've been around people they've talked down to me, called me names I didn't yet understand... Now I've been raped, tied down, insulted, and I've had my... pups threatened. And you expect me to respect you after that. You expect me to trust you after you damned your own daughter in your pursuit of power. Won't accept failure? You ARE failure, all you can do is hurt people weaker than you!" </span>Most of the pups ran to their mother's side but a small, deep black one brushed up against Sharindia's foot and laid down with its head on her foot where it tried to nibble at her toes.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "I don't want to be my mother, I'm not my mother. And telling me that I am will only make me want to hurt you that much more."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>