[center][color=orange][h3]Ira[/h3][/color][/center]

Ira’s anger began to boil. Her hatred for her sister, whom she loved so dearly, yet despised so passionately in this moment that she could barely contain her rage. “[b]SISTER[/b]” Ira caught herself, in a rare moment of self control. “I do desire to claim. But I desire for all my brother’s and sisters to have their own claims. There is one realm for each of us. One realm, one god. For now at least.” She then looked at each brother and sister. Those who have claimed and who have not. “If I am to rule a realm, then my guess would be that of flame and fire.