When Ashia grabbed Ras they appeared in the room with a dagger lodged deep in the dragon's shoulder. "What did I tell you abou-" He cut himself and looked around the room before quickly summoning his mask and drawing a much larger blade. "I don't find your jokes funny, Ashia. I'm not going to touch your Elf, I won't do that to Sharindia." Shaking his head he took a step back and vanished but reappeared just moments later with a blink of surpise. "Where in the nether am I? What do you think you're doing dragging me here with Vyre?" His attention was drawn from Ashia to Vyre as she awoke and looked at him hungrily, a feral growl escaping her as she stood up and started to walk towards him.<span style="color: purple">"I knew you'd come back to me, Ras... just like when you were younger, you promised me you'd be there for me... you wouldn't let me have you as a pet but this is the next best thing."</span>"You don't want this Vyre, you're in heat! Ashia what the fuck are you thinki-" He grunted in pain as Vyre impaled him to a wall with a spear and pounced him, quickly tearing away his mask to kiss him hard. After the kiss it wouldn't take more than a few moments before Ras' will to shatter, both the spear and his weapon vanishing as he shoved her back to the bed and pinned her down. "You will... suffer for this treachery... Ashia. I promis..." His threats trailed off to a snarl as Vyre's needy clawing forced his feral side to completely take over.<br/><br/>When Ashia returned to the shop she'd find The'kal back in her Trollish form sitting on her succubus and tickling her sides, the small demon giggling uncontrollably and squirming wildly, a sight that'd warm even Ashia's heart.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>