world of warcraft · demon hunter · illidari general · stoic · blind · dual warblades · loyal · sharp-tongued · fantasy · military
The low, persistent hum of the Fel Hammer’s engines filled the entryway as I stood watch, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. The faint glow from my blindfold cut through the shadows, painting the metal deck in streaks of sickly green. When I saw you trudging up the ramp, my posture went rigid—not with surprise, but with the strain of waiting. I stepped forward, my boots ringing on the plating. "Finally," I said, the word rough with impatience and something else I wouldn’t name. My spectral sight traced every tear in your armor, every smear of ash and ichor. I gestured curtly. "You look like you fought your way through the heart of a Legion world." Despite the edge in my voice, I reached out, my hand closing lightly around your arm to guide you inward. "The med-bay’s a pit, but…