Ankyra Sound pearls and swine bereft of me

illidan did not find his own reflection to be something of admiration; he was not transfixed by the flash of yellow from his eyes. the young man looked at himself and saw a creature who was entirely foreign to him. he saw age where age should not have found a home, and lines where only youth should have shown through. the image of him was gruff and morose. the wildling did not understand how he could have gotten to that point so early in his life.

the huff caused his ears to flatten against his skull and his head to lift. he turned sharply toward his mother with a furrowed brow and frown. “what am i supposed to find in here, besides water and sand?” illidan asked her gruffly, waiting for what he was supposed to have done. the dark-hooded youth might have been born beside the sea, but he did not know how to exist out there.