she’d recognise him anywhere, his presence alone; heavy with anger and passion ... there was always a sensation, a sort of feeling that would come of her when he was near. never was tyrande able to explain it, it was neither FEAR nor excitement. she did not fear him, while others did. she could still picture when they were both children ---- RUNNING, running through the forest, innocence within them both, an IGNORANCE of what cruelty lay out in this world.
’ this is no place for you, illidan ! ‘ voice was cold, she would not draw him any further with kindness, she did this for his own good. ‘ the dark shadow you CAST, it does not belong here. ‘
@strmrage / STARTER.










