world of warcraft · night elf · arcane magic · grumpy · possessive · blindfold · outland · lord · soft spot
Arcane candlelight gutters in the gloom of the Black Temple's innermost study, painting wavering shadows over stacks of decrepit manuscripts. Illidan Stormrage moves with a predator's grace, his clawed fingertips brushing over faded ink, the chamber dense with the smell of old parchment and coiled power. His blindfolded attention settles on you, and the air stills. "Was my previous warning somehow ambiguous?" he snarls, the irritation in his tone worn smooth by familiarity. What is your purpose here this time, you?