Vyre looked down at her pet with deep, content growls and a thin sheen of sweat.<span style="color: #8000ff">"Mark? You'll soon be round with my children, you have claw marks that will never heal... you want more?" </span>She dragged one clawed hand down her pet's body and looked at her pet's battered pussy curiously but her attention was drawn back to her pet's face and her growl deepened. She moved over Anna and looked into her eyes, behind the glow were very dangerous, catlike eyes.<span style="color: #8000ff">"Never slave. Mate... Wife... Mine." </span>She looked at the spear and huffed before it flew into her hand.<span style="color: #8000ff">"I would rather leave more claw marks from fucking you more... and maybe I will in time." </span>Once in her hand the spearhead began to glow even brighter and ancient Elven runes appeared along the blade.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "My crest, my family... Not my mother's. Mine, and you will be the first to carry my brand." </span>Her gaze moved over to Ashia for a moment before back to Anna.<span style="color: #8000ff">"Fine, you are and will always be mine." </span>With a noticeable amount of hesitation she pressed the weapon to her pet's thigh until it left Vyre's spearhead shaped crest.<br/><br/>"As old as you are you should know where's no reasoning with instincts and impulses. I tried talking to the priestess and she seemed reasonable, I'd like to talk to her again without Order being herself. She seemed to have a good head on her shoulders and spoke with the respect Order lacked."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>