Ankyra Sound now I wish to piss on his parade.

he had taken a strong liking to the blackpine in the sound. it was a place that he felt most at ease. while he did not believe that his mother would appreciate such feelings toward the ocean, illidan missed the world that existed inland. he remained in the sound because it was his mother’s home, and it was the place of his birth. somewhere inside of him, illidan believed that he should have felt some sort of kinship with the tumbling waves and the winding caverns in the stone.
 
the ghost followed after the scent of rabbit until it had led him to a familiar figure. he recalled his last conversation with erzulie and grimaced at the thought of revisiting their disagreements. instead of avoiding her, the dark-hooded young man chuffed to catch her attention. his lean limbs were quick to clear the space between them, and he approached her side at a steady trot.