alpha | 24 | they/them, he/him | Alphazi#1194
previously maraad-deserved-better, until i accepted my fate as illidan trash. the maraad salt remains though
i don't really play wow anymore, but i'm still attached to some stuff so here we are
i want to be the illidari personally responsible for turning off all the lights on the black temple whenever mr stormrage feels the need to be dramatic
the demon i am on a first date with: i should apologize ahead of time. see my horns are so huge and majestic that i cannot put a shirt on. i am cursed to never have a shirt on so you can always see my (large) torso. i understand that might be rude
me: dang. i am sorry for your situation. we will just have to try make the best of it
Crabs amaze me. They’re the perfect life form, a tank made of legs and living hate-armor. It’s not just about their physicality, though; it’s the soul of the crab. See, no crab in the bottomless history of the sea has ever questioned itself, doubted itself, worried, or been afraid. A crab is pure motion. A crab is pure id and unrelenting forward force. Crabs invented the word violence and they will scuttle on the surface of the world while the red giant of Sol creeps closer to devour everywhere we’ve ever known. They will look into the sky and clack their claws and there will be no fear.
still have a bunch of WotA things that have piled up.. this is a scene from the end of The Sundering.
Sometimes Illidan’s written as like too much of an asshole in the series, but sometimes it’s just right. Anyway my edits from the book are extremely minor here