<span style="color: #660000">“Tyrande sleeps and I don’t, that gives me several hours a day to help. I will prepare some clothing for you as soon as I can and leave them in a crate in this area for you. I will also speak to Tyrande about you and see if I can arrange a meeting with her for you, perhaps you can help out around the house or something.” </span>She smiled a little and looked down at the priestess again.<span style="color: #660000"> “I don’t drink blood as a fetish, it is my food. I- I have no choice in the matter but with Tyrande I don’t hate myself as much for it. I will never shake the guilt of the act but she seems to enjoy it.”</span><br/><br/>Ana hissed softly and pressed one finger to Rachel’s lips.<span style="color: #ffcc99">“The only way you’re getting me out of these amazing pajamas is if you plan on breeding me tonight. They’re so comfy…”</span>Karrie stuck her tongue out at Rachel and rested her head on the Troll’s shoulder.<span style="color: #ff0000">“Maybe tomorrow we can play.”</span><br/><br/>Ras folded his arms as Kitori spoke and shook his head. “My Rayne resisted the will of Mar’li. She was driven to kill our daughter, but Rayne bundled her up and sent her down river in a basket. She was driven to madness by her guilt and only just recently learned the truth of what happened to her and Kitori. As for my daughter…” He took another deep breath and closed his eyes. “A druid in the form of a Wolf found and rescued her, but instead of helping her, he raised her feral and… it doesn’t matter, she’s alive and happy with a wonderful adopted mother. She’s happy and healthy, that’s all a father could ask for.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>