Normally the druid did not take pride in the battles he’d fought over land, especially land that had such an extreme climate that little life could endure, but Winterspring was one of those few that he was indeed happy to have spilled blood over. For Winterspring was not just any land, it was one of the first lands. It was long contested by both frost and winter sabers against the blue dragons. It was one of the first lands formed after the Sundering, a time that always brought rage to the druid. Currently, his piercing golden eyes sifted through movement from the mouth of the furbolg cave network leading out into Felwood, behind him the tunnel to Winterspring.<br/>His emerald green mane danced freely in the warm, sickly breeze, neglecting to tie it back in a ponytail, in part because he wasn’t sure what his intentions were right now. He recalled his instruction from Broll Bearmantle, about honor, wisdom, and purpose.  Looking out at Felwood, however, seemed to numb him to such instruction, making him only aware of the rage of knowing how it all happened after the Third War. This forest, if it could still be called that, was a product of Illidan’s vision, of the corruption of the Skull of Gul’dan. The stench of the decay filled the feral druids’ nostrils, and his eyes narrowed viciously.<br/>He then realized that he was standing there at the mouth of the cave naked. Apparently his intentions were quite clear. Looking at his strong, tanned hands, at his slender, toned body, he wondered just how long he could do this; go out into the Felwood and purge the vile Fel Demons. It didn’t matter, he realized, for this was what his purpose was; to ensure that the little life left in this forest still had a forest.<br/>New druids often felt some pain during transformation. Iylldrraen Ironhide did not. He was in his wildcat form in moments, stalking through the reeking woods. Ah, there: some satyrs, imps, and even an infernal. The satyrs were first to be slain. One victim of the druids jaw closing like a steel vice on the back of it’s neck, crushing vertebrae, discs, and cerebral nerves in one blow. The next attempted a reaction, but was soon on it’s back, pinned by the massive feral, it’s internal fluids soon spurting and gushing free due to many, many quick lacerations to it’s chest. Two fiery blasts drew his attention, both imps now completely focused on the druid, and the infernal making a rushing charge toward him. He almost laughed, but growled instead, stretching back like a spring, waiting, then launching forward, between the hulking demon’s legs, right at the imps. They cackled, believing their fire would help, but in mid dash he became a hulking, lumbering bear, his favored form, his paws easily the size of the imps’ whole body. With a few mighty swats, both were soon sailing into the air, spewing bodily fluids as they fell out of sight. A hard blow from the infernal drew his attention, grunting as he was pushed several feet. It was a hard hit, and his shoulder stung a little. He squared off with the infernal, placing all of his weight on his hind legs. Being a single-minded demon, it didn’t know how to improvise, or fear, or strategize: only to corrupt and kill. As the foul demon lined up another blow, Iylldrraen reared up to his full twelve feet, lunging in the same motion and smashing the weak spot between the demons’ shoulder and neck, rewarded by an otherwise sickening crunch. The thing  lurched forward, and almost with glee those merciless ursine jaws engulfed the floating infernal skull, jerking his head back and disrupting the flow of the demonic aura. Oh, it burned, but the druid was too enraged to care. Besides, he could just heal later.<br/>Spitting the skull from his maw, and realizing he would definitely need a little healing for his mouth, his eyes widened, remembering that he was supposed to meet with a shaman about post-Deathwing restoration to Winterspring, a survey mission to ensure that it had not been terribly disrupted. Cursing the Burning Legion and spitting onto the ground, he instantly shifted to his cheetah form and dashed through the cave network to the flight master in Everlook.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>