Ankyra Sound a drop of hell, a touch of strange

figure we can wrap up with ur next post <3

and it did sting.
 
the young ghost felt the jabbing of firefly’s muzzle against his ribs. he gritted his teeth, focusing so that he did not bark in response to the move. warriors did not cry out when they were not struck with a fang, he reminded himself. then, he swung his head back around and aimed to carefully bite at his sparring partner’s back limbs. if he could make his mark, he would have felt a moderate swelling of his own pride. if he did not, he knew that it was fuel for the fire within.
 
the two continued to spar on the beach until illidan felt that his limbs were too weary to withstand any more roughing around. it was then that he sought a place to rest and watch the light change in the sky. no matter how much he had impressed on firefly, it was a day that carried the winds of accomplishment on its tail.