Barrow Fields the hawk is God’s gunslinger

<33 thank you so much for saving this! we can absolutely bump it to present day

the stranger’s chuff drew his attention without failure. the young savage turned sharply and latched his eyes on the shape of an almost feminine figure. at least, illidan wasn’t certain he could compare the other male to anything else. he thought it was the only thing he could see as being similar. in reality, the boy had simply not had his life graced with another male who was not rugged or savage. he had seen himself inside the walls of a sheltered existence and had not ventured beyond that which he had been raised with.
 
so, taken off guard as he was, the ghost shuffled his feet in an awkward manner before moving toward the sooty unfamiliar. he had healed some from the damage that he’d endured in the war. there was still a stiffness to the way that he moved. the shoulder that had taken the most damage had already started to scar over and leave a jagged mark where there had been none before. to some, it was a sign that he was a fighter. to him, it was a reminder of their inability to secure the missing member of rusalka.
 
slowing his pace roughly ten yards away from the other male, illidan drew his crown upward and cast his hawkish gaze in a wary manner. “is there anything that i might be able to help you with?” he then asked in a gravelly tone.