Ankyra Sound i never grew up all at once - i did it one place and another along the way

the boy watched her intently, and when she spoke he felt a stirring within him that suggested there was already a capability and similar mindset that existed in the marrow of his bones. he had learned well enough that he was required to take what he wanted. he knew that the world was not kind, and things of that sort would not simply be given to him. this was how he had found his place in the realm of the fighters. in order to get what he felt he deserved, illidan believed that he would tear it away with tooth and claw.

but to fight her was something that he did not anticipate. there was a moment of hesitation inside of him, but she appeared ready to take whatever he would throw at her. it would have been so much easier if he had been able to meet a different adversary with his fangs. life wasn't easy, though. he reminded himself of this and nodded his head to her.

they were both torn from the battle on the cliffs. his shoulder had suffered a significant gash that had not been tended to well because of his wandering and scuffles with strangers. it didn't matter to him that it posed a threat to his capability. he was filled with enough feral motivation that he could push through whatever pain was caused to his figure. wounds would heal in time, but his stirring mind could not stand to exist in static for another day.

without another word, the wildling lunged for her and aimed to snap his teeth to her limb. he had learned quite a bit from the girl on the beach and the sandy brute who had ravaged him. the only way to move forward was to use those new skills.