UsernameSmoke-the-Wolf
NameIllidan
GenderMale
Why does he dislike being blind?1. He can't see his sexiness. (in a mirror of course)
2. He can't see the wall he is about to walk into
3. He cant see Orange.
4. He can't see "that"
5. He can only hear you yammer on about things that don't matter.
6. He can't join in the battles he once fought.
Overall, his blindness stopped him from doing what he once could do before. Eye surgery is not a option as for he is allergic to the medicine they use to put him under. His hearing and other sense's are not very helpful as he was forcefully blinded in battle. On the other side of his face his a deep scar, this side only got a scratch but it still blinded him permenetly.
DucksTheme SongTwo Steps from Hell - ArchangelWhat really happened?It all started one faithful day...Illidan stepped up to the field his armor clanking against his sides. His heart beating in his chest almost a million miles per hour. As he looked side to side feeling the warm breath of his bretheran against his body. The scent of fear and anger filled his nostril as he stared into the eyes of the enemy a ferocious pack of Kiamara's that have more than lost their sanity. His admiral stepped up to the center of the armada with a loud howl the battle began with a flash a thousand paws lept off the ground. Illidan charge into battle with a loud battle cry he smashed through the Horde of ferocious Kiamara's he once called his "brothers and sisters". But as he lifted his head a bigger than normal Kiamara of the opposing faction took his ginormaus paw and swept it from under Illidan's neck up to his forhead, Illidan flung up in the air but time slowed and his life flashed before his eyes...
A blurry memory of his pup hood rang through his mind...
Illidan was playing in his parents den "I am the might warrior!" he cried, as he gayly skipped around ramming his stubs in the wall then laughing as he fell back. His mother in her sweet but serious voice replied "Be carefull Illy! You don't want to hurt yourself." "But mom!" he said in his squeaky voice "No butts" she retorted. He grumbled and stared at the stone cold floor in shame, he didn't know his mother was right.
As that memory faded his teenage years came to mind.
He was irratating a spitting cobra, this was his "thrill-seeker" phase so whatever he want to do to get his adreniline pumping he would do it! As he poked the poor thing with his snake stick it hissed. He quickly dropped the snake before it's venom covered his eyes.
As he tried to remember more time took a huge leap then he smashed onto the ground. His armor caving into his sides the black world spun around then he was unconsious. He woke up thinking it was all a dream but No, he looked around "Oh wait"... He could feel a healer tending to his broken paw. He rudely pushed them and limped through the cave "I thought it was all a nightmare... But my worst fear has been realised I am... blind"
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Everything I ever loved to do was lost that faithful day..."