Ankyra Sound I'm out here sipping from the bottle of a molotov cocktail

the sound of his brother's voice did not inspire familiarity in the ghost's mind. really, most of what remained of ephraim existed in the fleeting images of the sandy boy when he had been only a puppy, and then the far worse memories of seeing him fighting alongside the wolves of the cliff. in all that time, illidan had never truly heard what his own brother had sounded like. if he had, the dark-hooded youth might never have approached the call on their border. unfortunately, he considered it a task that fit his role within the pack. it was all the reason he needed to meet the call.

as the ghostly figure drew closer, he felt his heart begin to thump wildly within his chest. closer still, illidan realized just who had found the edge of their claim. his features fell from a welcoming expression to one of discomfort and disdain. the woman was a stranger to him, and did not deserve any of his wrath. still, he felt as though it was warranted simply for standing beside ephraim.

“what do you want?” his graveled and callous voice asked of them. there was nothing welcoming in his expression or his body language, but he was also not demonstrating aggressive body language. he was the beta there and he rose his head well above their own. though he spoke to the two as a duo, illidan could not seem to pull his hawkish gaze away from the features of his brother. he wanted to feel something for the other boy. he wanted to know that there was a chance that their shared blood would allow for healing. instead, illidan was filled with a sullen apathy. he did not care what happened to ephraim; he only wanted him away from their border.