<span style="color: orange">"I'll try not to, as of right now I don't actually feel like I'm at any risk of losing it. But a year ago I also didn't think I was at any risk of turning into a demon. Blowing myself up, sure, but never a demon." </span>Karren returned the kiss and pushed Whisperia down to snuggle against her chest.<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"If ya knew anytin' about me son you'd know we be Trolls in looks alone, an even you should notice dat I smell more ancient like yer Elf than de Troll that did dis to ya."</span>She held out one hand as pure white fur covered it and her fingers grew razor sharp, golden nails. The transformation halted then reversed quickly.<span style="color: olive"> "My motha' made de spell, she didn't tell othas what to do wit it." </span>The'kal shook her head and looked away for a moment.<span style="color: olive"> "I am a goddess of more den jus' fertility an' guardian of mothers an children. What I did was my duty, dere was no redeeming de Amani... de judgement was made an' it was my duty to punish dem." </span>The Troll shrugged and closed her eyes.<span style="color: olive">"I ain't holdin' nothin', I'm offerin' you a way to help Vyre. Ain't nothin' stoppin' ya from sayin' no and walkin' away, just don' come to The'kal when Vyre's pregnant with some random stranger's bastard because you couldn't keep her away."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>