Ankyra Sound now I wish to piss on his parade.

"an' i would do de same for your own, though i hope it does not come to dat," the jezebel murmured. one day, erzulie hoped to hear of the darker things lurking in illidan, the words and events he kept locked in the reticent column of his throat. what manner of pain had shaped him; had the young leader ever known joy? for all his youthful appearance, he wore the countenance of one far older.
"would you like to know a funny t'ing?" erzulie purled after a moment of solemnity had passed. turning her gaze to the sea, a sigh whispered through her. "you would have been my first choice for de fat'er of dese children," the chai-tea wolfess murmured softly, for in truth, she had always respected illidan a great deal more than the other males of the pack.