Redtail Rise "Like love. Love and dying have been my life.”

the rise would not prove to be successful in chasing away the restlessness that had settled in his bones. he had a feeling that he could wander for the rest of his days and never find contentment in what he found. there was a chance that this was simply how life was intended to be. he was supposed to find himself at the claws of something merciless fate. he was never supposed to find happiness, and that was alright... wasn't it? after all, the idea of obtaining joy like he might obtain a meal to eat was rather foolish in itself. some would argue that happiness could be found in any scenario, as long as one had the right mindset. illidan preferred to keep away from this philosophy, as it seemed to put far too much on him.

he had found that simply existing in a state of 'okay' was enough. it was the closest that he would find to what he wanted. even still, most days did not leave him feeling okay. he was still plagued with the images of his father's death. he was still haunted by the image of his brother fighting against them on a battlefield that should not have existed. even since he had been reunited with his family, there were memories of their recent interactions that caused his flesh to rise and a chill to creep down the length of his spine.

with a heavy breath, the young ghost moved from his perch and back down the rise until he had found himself at the base. there, his limbs were stiff as he stood in the snow. the cold of the wind beat against his frame with wicked intent. the wild and jagged hairs that stood along his neck and shoulders seemed to dance like dangerous quills. it was here that the wildling caught sight of a stranger in the distance. the figure was cloaked in ink, but the dull light of the grey sky cast a reddish hue along their shoulders and back. illidan furrowed his brow in the direction of the unfamiliar shape. he waited to see if they would draw closer.