Horizon Ridge my father was the last lord of light

"Oh, I see." Epic commented when he explained the boy didn't turn out like his mother other than with their savage, raw looks. The lanky male was unsure how to speak about it further; he wasn't about to pry into a family history that wasn't his own. And like Illidan, Epic also had to learn to be ..like himself instead of chasing the shadows of someone else, be it a mother or a father (like in Illidan's case) or that of heroes that turned to life only in the stories (like in Epic's case). 

"She reminds me of the wild and savage seas." And I do see parts of you in you. Epic thought but didn't speak that last part. That might have been a little too much; especially since they just met. But there was certainly no doubt about one thing; Capahias was the sea, savage, wicked and wild. 

"A pleasure to meet, Illidan." Epic admitted with a small nodd of his head before turning into a pensive mode as the young boy spoke with wise words. Hmm. "I might -- I mean it sounds appealing -- but I know very little of the coastal packs here. Are there many? I mean your mother didn't speak fondly of all of them." Not speaking fondly was rather underestimating the truth.