#druidau

Illidan had been doing what he did best, sleeping. The large cat had detected movement nearby which had roused him from his nap.  Cautiously the cat stalked forward lest it be anyone looking for him to hassle him for something or another.  

Much to his surprise he found himself looking at....Himself? He wasn’t dreaming was he? The man padding through the woods was almost a dead ringer for the druid save for a few differences. 

“Very funny, You do know impersonating the brother of the Archdruid is crime don’t you?” he asked blocking the mans path circling him the way only a feline would.  Closer he could smell the lingering scent of fel on the impostor not different from how Shanarra smelled. His ears pinned back and a slight growl rose in his throat.

14. last kiss

Malfurion had always warned Illidan that one day he would be his own demise. As he was with most things, Malfurion was right about this too.

No one was sure what had felled the druid only that when he managed to drag himself back to town he was beyond help.

Shanarra had been fetched so that she may see him one last time.The once noble and caring druid was put out of his misery and as he left this world he did so in the arms of the one he loved.  

Still though he was fighting to the end and though his vision was fading he looked her eyes.

For about a century or two after the War of the Ancients Illidan just disappeared entirely. No one not even Malfurion and Tyrande are really sure where he went. 

Illidan’s house is designed with the fact that he spends most of his time as a Nightsaber in mind, The front door is enchanted to open for him automatically if he walks up to it in cat form.

Nobody is allowed to pet him except for Shanarra.

Illidan would rather talk to Cenarius than talk to his own father.

“Uh huh, and you do know how old I am right? I’m far form innocent as well you stupid talking skull.” 

The Druid who had been in bed was now a cat on the floor tangled in the bedsheets which were now mostly absent from the bed. He made a distressed meowing noise as he tried to free himself but only got more stuck and we she moved towards him he scooted away. 

“It was just the storm.” He remarked looking at the rain that splashed against the window. “ The thunder scared me..”  His ears pinned backed as he made his admission.   He stopped struggling for a moment and took a breath then looked at her with pleading amber eyes and shuffled closer.

“Well I’d say you’re doing a pretty a good job.  I mean you did catch my attention because you woke me up from a nap  by being late to class.”  He chuckled, the nightsaber was currently resting his head on the younger druids lap.