Barrow Fields beyond the reach of human rage

@Stormy Boy - <3

the young man moved on lean limbs with a carefully sweeping gaze. the field was far more open than the sound, leaving illidan with the prickling feeling of being watched – or hunted. the wildling did what he could to watch his back for unsuspecting followers, but he could not shake the distinct feeling that had nestled in the very pit of his stomach. in another life, he might have called it instinct, but instead he felt as though he was simply making a fool of himself with thoughts of things that couldn't possibly exist.

the sun tried to reach through dark clouds but could not touch the earth below. the boy paused every so often to ensure that his crunching paws in the snow were the only ones that he could hear. aside from the shifting of his own frame, the fields were completely silent. with sharp yellow eyes, illidan turned to look back over his shoulder and breathed a thick plume into the air.