Kur'Talos stood before the young Elven male as he drew his double edged sword out, he struck the ground with it as he leaned some of his weight onto the grounded blade, looking the young purple Elf over before standing up straight.

His voice echoed a little through the training yard it had only been those two out there and the viewing of Queen Azshara, Kur'Talos had requested to go against this Illidan Stormrage to see if he was strong enough to protect his foolish daughter had she ever come home that is…

Illidan simply stood there before the Lord of the Black Rook Hold, standing in a proud stance the elder warrior simply waved off the respect and pulled his blade out of the ground, asking Illidan to prepare himself for the conflict about to begin. Kur'Talos wasted no time in preparing himself; he had charged right in and instantly clashing of steel echoed through the training yards, Illidan wielding nothing special besides the training sword Kur'Talos had given him before they began.

Illidan countered Kur'Talos's counter attack with a leg sweep, as the elder warrior had saw the move coming easily dodged it and brought down a full force of weight and strength onto the young Elf, Illidan felt the pressure and lifted some off by letting his sword become close to his body, as he did this he quickly side-stepped as Kur'Talos's double edge sword touched hard ground. Illidan took the moment to catch a quick breather before Kur'Talos regains focus as attack again.

Illidan struck quicker than Kur'Talos had thought with the first sight of the young purple Elf, although looks can be deceiving, Kur'Talos countered Illidan's weak burst strikes with his own, as he saw Illidan begin to give way underneath Kur'Talos's brutal strength, he saw Illidan's right hand glow a faint red as he felt a burning sear on his un-armored chest, moving out of arm's length from Illidan, Kur'Talos gave himself a few moments to inspect the young purple Elf attempting to find what had burned him. Remembering that Queen Azshara had said he was from the Highborne branch of her Royal Guard house, Kur'Talos was dealing with a Rogue-Mage.

Things got hotter as the battle continued, Queen Azshara had her hand-maidens fan her air with two big lust green leaves, and she was enjoying seeing both strong handsome men fighting each other, as she thought of making this a hobby of hers.

Kur'Talos swung at the spark of arcane magic Illidan would cast at him before entering battle, Kur'Talos never liked mages they would use magic to hide in battle, and they would never get close in actions always afraid to get their robes dirty. Something was odd about this one though, how he attacked before rushing in. Although this Elf seems to have the guts to charge in, he didn't have the strength to back it up; with some training he should be alright after a while.

Kur'Talos's thoughts made his attacks slower, leaving him open to a dangerous strike, and Illidan saw it. Taking what he saw the Rogue-Mage casted an arcane blast towards the open sight while charging to in keep his attention, he had thought his plan would be perfect until Kur'Talos easily dodged the blast and struck Illidan with a full blow, leg sweeping him as the young Elf fell to the ground and was held to a sword point.

Illidan grinned evilly as Kur'Talos noticed cold steel between his legs and leading to his member, there he was being double played by a young Elf, removing the sword form Illidan's throat as the purple Elf removed the small shiv from between Kur'Talos's legs. Helping the young Elf up, Kur'Talos patted his should quietly whispering 'Well played' only for the young Elf to hear, seeing that Illidan had smirked at the comment they had both walked over to Queen Azshara who had been clapping softly while her gentle loving voice carried a soft laughter.

Kur'Talos couldn't help but praise Illidan being since he had never had a son, if Jade had ever come home Illidan would be his stepson in law, he would enjoy that greatly. "With some training you should be a strong front line in a battle, don't worry I'll make you a better man once we are done here."

Illidan smiled at the comment as the two bowed gracefully towards Queen Azshara as she stood up to pat them on the chest, Kur'Talos had always served her mindlessly, but when she had asked the impossible of him, he couldn't help but second guess his loyalty.

The soft lips of Azshara touched the scarred ones of Kur'Talos, it was a bittersweet taste that ran through his mouth as she broke the kiss off, and she smiled peacefully as she eyed the elder warrior her lips parted again as her gentle voice spoke, "So Jade hasn't returned I see…it could be cause the bandits had taken her away with them, who knows what those foul men could be doing with her right now. But that doesn't matter does it? You'll go find her and bring her home so that we may continue with our plans." The cold eyes of Kur'Talos could not imagine what would be of his daughter in the hands of bandits; his gaze was met with Illidan's cold expression. He seemed to be troubled by the same thing, but on different reasons.

After saying their goodbyes to each other Kur'Talos walked along the golden roads of Suramar thinking about what they had talked about, his mind was reeling from Queen Azshara's kiss. Although he knew it wasn't real but it felt like it, deep sorrow struck him as he remembered his mate, and how she was missing in action. The grief came to him in waves, strong ones to be truthful. Sitting at the cherry oak table with a large bottle of rum, he attempted to drink his feelings of his beloved mate away, even if it took all night he didn't stop.

The sun had set low in the sky as it's evening rays rested upon the young elf's shoulders as he stood before a Elven woman, she was somewhat smaller than he was but she held herself proudly, her hair was the color of midnight as her eyes were a light shade of silver her face showed wisdom and a warm smile, although she held herself to the rather large Night Elf before her, she wore a simple green dress as she rested her hands quietly on her bloated stomach. It had been their first child as things came to peace within the world.

The young Elf known by the name Kur'Talos Ravencrest wore his steel armor like he always has been since the day he could fit it, his ungloved hand rested on the Elven woman's soft small hands and upon his unborn child, they were expecting a baby girl. His smile was faint as his mate looked up at him with her silver eyes; he always loved the look of her face in the evening sun. It lit up like the stars at night and under a full moon, his hand coursed her smooth face and over a few of her battle scars moving her hair behind her ears as he kissed her lips softly.

The young Elven woman had went by the name Mayanna Whisperwind she was the best royal guard of the Whisperwind branch being the twin sister of the young Queen Azshara, she was the proud mate of Kur'Talos Ravencrest the two had a potential marriage to join the two houses, but just a few months before the child had come, the two had gotten close after a battle raged on between the Ogres and the feral forest spirits. She was a friendly Elf if you didn't try to attack her by any mean; her silver eyes couldn't seem to leave his deep gold ones. He heard her softly speaking his name with a smile on her face, his heart raced as he parted his lips to speak her as well…"May."

Kur'Talos bolted up from his cold sweat sleep as his hand extended out to grasp what he had been dreaming of, when reality finally came back to him, he had noticed he was resting in his bed and Mayanna had not been there in front of him. Sighing helplessly as he looked around and caught silver eyes looking back at him, it was his daughter Tyrande, her hands were folded neatly as she sat in the chair beside his bed, and it killed him to see her at this moment. She had looked so much like her mother, it tore him apart, her soft light blue hair and silver eyes seem to always catch the moonlight even on a moonless night.

Kur'Talos reached out and coursed her face softly like he had done so many times before; Tyrande put one of her hands on her father's strong arm and looked at him hopeful of something. After a few moments of silence Kur'Talos removed his hand and attempted to stand up, losing his balance as he sat back down onto the bed and sighed.

Tyrande walked over and aided him into standing, helping him walk down the stairs and into a chair next to the fireplace, Kur'Talos waved her away as he sat there quietly looking into the fire as if it was replaying his memories for his own torture. How he missed Mayanna, how he had begun to Miss Jade, none of it made sense to the elder warrior but he was too heartbroken to care at the moment.

Tyrande set down a warm cup of tea as she quietly sat down beside her father, Kur'Talos glanced at her as if he knew what was on her mind. Gesturing her to come closer as he rested his hand on her soft blue hair, her silver eyes looked him over as if he was injured or something, her father had never been this soft towards anyone in her life.

"Tyrande, you know I love you right…I hope you know this, even if I am hard and unlovable. I will never hate you or your sister, even if I seem like I do…I do not." Kur'Talos's voice cracked a little as he glanced down to see his daughter and her peaceful smile, she answered him with only silence as she stood up and hugged her father, her soft body against his rough skinned hide felt like silk cloth. Tyrande stood up as Kur'Talos heard the oak wood door open and shut, standing behind him was a large male with forest green hair, and he had gold eyes. "Father, I'd like you to meet Malfurion Stormrage… I would like your permission to be his mate." Kur'Talos stood up and faced the gold eyed druid, stone expression as the young Elf bowed gracefully before holding his hand out towards Kur'Talos.