Ankyra Sound ugh, the ocean

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Here, at his sister's words, he stared intently at the seafaring female. Slim build and all. Taking in the wounds; to have obtained them must've been caused by a fight. She must know how with her build a possible disadvantage. A predator in every right.

Illidan.
His eyes narrowed slightly, tilting to his sister. She knew of others, why hadn't they joined her? Them, in their quest for a pack. For land. His jaw feathered, reigning in question. Later. But his sister worried about heinous work. What kind of woman stood before them? Did Derg want to submit himself before tyranny and evil again; blocking his own path to being better, kinder. To teaching and learning.
He heaved a great sigh, letting the salted air fill his lungs, thick like muddied water.

Would it make him bad, however, to leave his sister here, unsure of her future and wellbeing? To leave her at the hands of the sea-witch that posed possible threats to all despite her gnarled state. But they knew each other, no hostility. He trusted her, yet he saw the tiredness. The weakening. The reason why she would gladly submit herself here.  His chin rose, casting another thoughtful look over the black-headed female before uttering his rasping words like rocks grinding in the depths of a ravine river,
"Convince me."

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