Illidan reaches for Odyn's fiery beard, turning it a shade of green under his touch.
"You are not prepared for what i can give you."
Odyn scoffs, his pride not allowing him to give in.
"No little elf, it is you who is not yet worthy of my love."
๐๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ.
add a skeleton here at some point
4 days ago