The Fighter

A blog for the IC and OOC antics of my World of Warcraft Character Khareraa. A Draenei Shaman and Farseer. Realm: WRA. Faction: Alliance. Face Claim/Voice Claim/Singing Voice Claim: Maria Brink - Header Image Courtesy of @rurukatt

[doctorslippery]

[semicolonthefifth]

I love how the body structure and the decor of the larger bone fairy creates a nice area of concentration that leads the viewer’s eye towards the tooth fairy. This, aside from the obvious glow and design contrast, help direct the attention where needed and is a brilliant move by the artist.

[jewishdragon]

I went to the artist’s website and they are the same one who made this:

Digital Painting, Illustration, Concept Art for Hire

[toxicrobotyaoi]

༓･*.☽25 OC QUESTIONS☾.*･༓

Send emojis + character name to learn more about my OCs

(feel free to reblog)

🌟 When your OC loses all hope, who do they turn to first? What helps make them feel better? What calms them down and reassures them? Why?

☀️ What makes your OC genuinely happy? A person, an item, their hobby? Where is the place they’re happiest, or most at home? What is the happiest they’ve ever been?

🌙 If your OC could have one wish come true what would it be and why? Would there be consequences to this wish or would they regret it once they get what they want? What would they give in return for this wish to come true?

❄️ What makes your OC sad, so sad that they can’t help but cry all day? How do they cheer themself up? Does their sadness upset any of their loved ones too?

🔥 If your OC known for having temper tantrums? If not, what gets them really angry? What makes their blood BOIL? Is there anyway to calm them down or are they unstoppable? What are they like when they’re angry? Do they take it out on their loved ones?

❤️ What would your OC’s ideal lover be like? Appearnce, personality, voice? Would their family approve or would it be civil war?

🕊️ Would your OC ever get married or are they already wed? If they’re married, describe what their wedding was like! If not, describe their ideal wedding (or do this if you feel like it anyway!)

🍼 Does your OC have any children or want children? What names would they pick? Are they good with kids or a complete disaster?

☕ Give us one (or more if you feel like it) of your OCs deep dark secrets! Why do they keep it hidden? Spill the tea!

🍂 What are their opinions on the different seasons? Which one do they hate and which one do they love and why?

🦋 If your OC could change everything (or just something) about their life would they? What would they change? What do they think would happen if they did? What would their loved ones think?

💐 Does your OC like flowers? What are their favourites? Do they keep a garden of some sort? What flowers would they use in a flower crown? (and if you like, research the meanings behind those flowers!)

🌼 Write a short drabble from your OCs POV meeting their LI (or if they don’t have a love interest, their best friend. If you don’t want to do a drabble, describe their first meeting instead!)

🥀 Has your OC ever been hurt by someone they love? Ever been betrayed? Abused? Attacked? Give me the angst! (if you’d like, write a short drabble about it!)

🏞️ If your OC could travel to anywhere in their world where would they go? Why? If they could live there would they?

🏡 Describe your OCs ideal house! Give us a tour around! What’s their garden like? Their bedroom? Kitchen? Where is it and how many people live there?

🔪 Has your OC ever killed someone? Ever had to defend themselves against violence? How did this make them feel? Or, alternatively, has your OC ever attacked someone? Seen someone die?

💎 Does your OC collect anything? Is there a reason? When did they start and is it beginning to turn into a little bit of a hoarding issue? What do they do with their collection?

📚 If your OC was given some kind of forbiddon knowledge, what would they do with it? Would they tell anyone? Use it for evil or good? How would it change their outlook on life, if at all?

🌗 Early mornings or late nights? What do they spend their time doing during these hours?

👑 If your OC was made royal (or is royal) how would they use their power? Are they a good leader or bad? Do their subjects like them or is it ‘off with their head’? Do they enjoy being royal?

💕 How is your OC like with physical affection? What are their boundries? Do they enjoy being touched or is that a no-go? Is there any reason behind this?

☁️ What’s something your OC wishes they could forget? Why is this? Or, what is something that your OC has forgotten? (or do both!)

👀 Describe your OC through the eyes of another person! (bonus + specify who)

❓ A random fact or short drabble! Or make up your own question to ask the OC!

[fox-n-clocks-deactivated2019093]

Reblog if you RP on Discord and it's okay for people to PM you for a plot.

[tallmeadows]

Draenic Coalition Discord

Hello everyone! In an effort to bring the Draenei community together in one common place, @hoganlegdrop and I have decided to revamp the Draenic Coalition discord. We want this channel to exist as a way to unite those that have a general interest in the Draenei race by having a portal where you are able to learn about current community events and connect with other like-minded individuals. Not only that, but we will also be doing weekly prompts, monthly writing/mog contests, and biweekly character spotlights! Even if you don’t main a Draenei, we would love to hear share our space with you to create a healthy community across the different roleplay realms.

Please click on this link to join! See you soon. 

[riverlandfarm]

15 reasons to build an herb spiral for your garden (By Jean Bardot, Natural News)

(By Jean Bardot, Natural News)

Whether you’re a city mouse or a country mouse — with a high-rise patio or 1000 acres — building an herb spiral near your kitchen allows you to partake in the sustainable permaculture revolution and have fresh organic culinary herbs at your fingertips. An herb spiral is a compact vertical garden built on specific principles allowing for individualized management of wind and water flow to create the ideal garden in a limited amount of space.

The spiral is a natural form that provides an efficient method for managing space, storing and sorting. Using the natural universal design of a spiral, the forces of gravity and water flow are utilized to their fullest allowing for proper drainage downhill. Herbs that thrive on drier soils live at the top, whereas those needing more moisture reside at the bottom where water collects. This form allows for planting of a widely diverse number of plants, and creates natural, sunny and shady areas — a perfect miniature microclimate landscape environment. The herb spiral as a permaculture form that allows you to create your own ecosystem and become self sufficient. The format can be adapted to large gardens if space is available.

Stone or block building materials allow for retention of heat and insulate plants in colder weather or at night, while acting as the backbone for the structure. Collect water at the bottom and have a small fish or frog pond or even a bog and grow edible water plants. An herb spiral can be built even on a concrete foundation and filled with the richest biodynamic, organic earth to support any plants included.

The spiral should always be built to move in the direction of water drainage in whatever hemisphere it’s located in — for example, in the Northern hemisphere, water runs off in a clockwise direction and the opposite is true for the Southern hemisphere. This allows for optimal positioning of the pond at the bottom and reduces evaporation. The spiral can be built as a round or oval shape to take advantage of the movement of summer sunlight.

15 REASONS TO BUILD AN HERB SPIRAL FOR YOUR PERMACULTURE GARDEN

1. Maximize growing space to grow more food. 2. Multiple microclimates available for optimal plant growth.

3. Healthier plants where growing needs are met and companion planting is easy to reduce insect problems and foster beneficial plant relationships for better growth. 4. Aesthetic garden focal point.

5. Maximizes space even in very small areas on top of concrete or in high-rise buildings. 6. Harvesting access is easy and all plants are effortlessly accessible. 7. No bending, everything is at waist height — hooray!

8. Save money by growing your own food. 9. Eat organic, using heirloom seeds and avoid pesticides and genetically engineered seeds. 10. Reduces maintenance, little weeding and easy to turn and mulch.

11. Manage water amounts and use natural forces to perpetuate the growing season. 12. Reduce building costs when you use local available materials. 13. Use drip irrigation or a small sprinkler for easy watering and irrigation.

14. Create a bio-diverse habitat for creatures who come to visit. 15. Build an herb spiral to grow medicinal herbs to avoid Big Pharm drugs.

Sources for this article: http://www.mitra.biz http://themicrogardener.com http://welcometovoluntarysimplicity.wordpress.com http://www.mysquarefootgarden.net/creating-an-herb-spiral/

[tallmeadows]

[WrA] The Sha’tari Bazaar - Noha’av

A tradition born on Draenor, the festive bazaar in Shattrath City was an annual occurrence that began only a few years after the city began to prosper. The proceeds of the bazaar primarily went back to the city itself in order to manage its well-being, expansion, and citizens as well as to aid Auchindoun and Karabor. Though the monetary gain was beneficial, the primary goal was to showcase the craftsmen and artisans of the draenic world, as they would come from every corner of Draenor, even as far as Farahlon, to exhibit and sell their best wares.

Though the tradition fell out of favor when the war with the orcs came and has not been hosted since, the draenic orders of Azeroth see a benefit to hosting it once again. Not only to revive an old tradition, but to put the proceeds toward those affected by the war-ravaged Azeroth.

The bazaar has turned into a seasonal occurrence, with each iteration showcasing a different event alongside the bazaar itself. In the spirit of Love is in the Air, the Sha’tor will be hosting an event during the bazaar known to the Draenei as Noha’av—a traditional, time-based matchmaking event intended to bring the Draenei and denizens of Azeroth together.

You may sign up for a stall here.

Sign-ups for Noha’av will happen during the bazaar. 

Please contact me or @hoganlegdrop with any questions or concerns! :)

[tallmeadows]

The Bazaar itself will take place on February 18th at 5 PM server. 

[tallmeadows]

Still looking for vendors! :)

[tallmeadows]

Little less than a week out! Still looking for any vendors that may be interested! :)

[mooseyells]

more melans, this time vulpix and mega ninetales

[farseerkhareraa]

Broken Hearts

((Warnings for swearing, blood, fighting. What have you.))

Music

“It’s always so beautiful here…” Khareraa murmured to herself as she walked down the man made path from Nordrassil to Aevesahri’s home within the forests of Hyjal. It never did take her long to get there. Each time she visited the walk there was shorter and shorter. But she enjoyed the view. With Teldrassil gone, this was the last remaining piece of beauty left within Kalimdor. Or so she thought. Finding herself at the gates of Aevesahri’s home, she glanced around to see if she could spot her younger sister. But there was no sign of her. Sighing, she stepped through the gate and was met by a lanky Kaldorei. “Tomoe. It is good to see you.” “She doesn’t want visitors Farseer.” Tomoe mumbled. Khareraa’s brow furrowed. “I am not a visitor. I am family. And if you do not bring her out to me, then I will find her.” The Kaldorei seemed to move each time she tried to step around him and when a growl escaped her throat they were met with a happy barking. Fenrir instantly recognizing her and running up to her to get his usual affection. Khareraa’s expression softened as she watched the Thundermaw search for his playmate. “I’m sorry Love. Nahoalus didn’t come with me. He’s back home still recovering from your last adventure.” She chuckled. Fenrir whimpered before he began to wander back where he came from and Khareraa’s dull gaze followed, forcing her to press her glasses closer to her eyes. She watched the Thundermaw carefully and eventually saw her sister come out of sight from one of the stables; holding a small pup in her hands. “Ava!” She called, and the much smaller Draenei glared towards the Farseer. “Leave. I don’t want visitors.” Khareraa’s brow furrowed again. “I’ll tell you what I told you’re little henchman, I am not a visitor. I am family. I-“ “I don’t want anyone here. What don’t you understand about that?” Aevesahri growled. Khareraa’s runes flared at the instant defensive nature of the Huntress. “You need to come out of this Ava. And if you do not do it willingly, then I will bring a few to force it.” Aevesahri snorted. “Will you? And what will you do exactly?” “Do you really want to find out?” Aevesahri went silent after that and Khareraa happened to glance at the pup in her hands to see a very small, violet colored wolfhawk pup. “You got another one?” Aevesahri remained silent, but Khareraa could see her entire frame flinch. “Ava.” She murmured. “You need to let go. How long has it been? Nymeria and Hati are gone. You helped them go to the great fields or whatever the hell they are called. They are at peace now and you should-“ “Don’t!” Aevesahri growled, her body beginning to shake as she moved to place the pup back with its mother while Khareraa followed. “Don’t you dare! You don’t understand!” With a fury in her eyes, she turned to Khareraa and probably would have killed her with just a look if she could. “What have you lost in your life, huh?!? You didn’t know PaPa! You didn’t watch your closest companions be slaughtered as if they were nothing but mere insects! You will never fucking understand the loss I feel! These beasts are all I have left!” Then there was a loud smack that echoed in the air. Then silence. Aevesahri’s eyes widened after she realized what she had done. Glasses thrown to the ground and broken. A large red mark on the Farseer’s cheek and blood being smeared from the corner of her lip. “Reraa…I…I’m sorry…I didn’t…” Dull teal eyes suddenly sparked and all of her runes began to pulse violently as the different colors shifted. “I don’t understand?” Khareraa growled. “Vel’tori! Nevaeh! Bran’raan! Every single Draenei I knew and grew up with! None of them survived!” She was panting now. “First it was the fucking Orcs! Then the fucking Legion! I almost lost Aman! I lost my fucking eyesight! I lost everything closest to me!” The ground beneath them started to tremble and suddenly Aevesahri was being pulled down to the ground to her knees. Stone slowly encasing her lower half and trapping her hands as if to chain her down. Suddenly the pack of Thundermaws kept in Hyjal began to surround her but none of them got too close. The heat coming off of the Farseer was a little too intense. Khareraa stepped closer to Aevesahri, grasping her chin roughly. Aevesahri yelped as she felt her skin begin to burn. “I know loss. Do not assume you know exactly what I went through merely because you and your father watched me from a distance.” Khareraa hissed. “If you want to fucking die here and abandon the rest of us then fine. Enjoy your solitude.” Khareraa growled. “But I don’t want to hear you say that I never fucking tried. Because I’ve been trying Little Sister. And now I’m done.” Her left hoof came up and the stone around the Hunter crumbled but left her chest feeling tight as Khareraa threw her to the ground. “Don’t play with fire, My Dear. You’ll never win.” Khareraa growled as she turned and began to walk away. Tomoe came running to Aevesahri. “Aeve!” He chirped. “Are you-“ Aevesahri pushed him away as she watched Khareraa walk away. Her eyes wide and full of tears. She turned to see Khareraa’s glasses, shards of glass scattered across the gravel. The guilt was almost instant. “But…” Aevesahri murmured, slowly reaching for the glasses and being careful to grab the shards of glass that made them. “Aevesahri..” Tomoe murmured. “What are you going to do now?” Aevesahri just stared at the gate to her estate; gripping the glass and barely registering that the glass was cutting into her palms. “Tomoe.” Her voice was stern. “Yes?” “Take care of the estate for the rest of the day. I have some things to work on.” Tomoe nodded, breathing a quiet sigh of relief as Aevesahri disappeared into the main house. His gaze drifted to the pile of stone near the stables where Aevesahri had just been. “I wonder if they will be able to fix things after this…” He snorted suddenly. “I pray to Elune that the Farseer doesn’t come burning this place down in the middle of the night because of all this..” He huffed and was soon going to work, but not before glancing through a window to see Aevesahri had pulled out one of her many kits and was working to repair the glasses. 

[mooseyells]

a fun commission for @degface of an angery lady!!

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a commission for @farseerkhareraa of her character aevesahri and her good puppo fenrir!

[farseerkhareraa]

My babies! Fenrir is so big and Aeve is so short.

[hoganlegdrop]

Draecember Day 1: Hugging Someone

The Swamp of Sorrows. A dismal, dreary, drank hole of a place. The air itself is thick and hot, rank with odors that one would rather not ask the origin of. Even the surroundings areas of Deadwind Pass and the Blasted Lands seemed more inviting than having each one of one’s senses attacked in a place such as this. 

But on this day, two particular Lightforged draenei could not be swayed by any of the horrid things that the Swamp threw at them. No - Varistus and Vol’iru, son and father - were traveling to the Harborage. This was where Xeruul, brother of Varistus and Vol’iru’s youngest son, now lived among his fellow Broken. 

Vol’iru was nervous. He had seen the Broken on Argus, of course - but Varistus had told him that the Broken that came from Draenor were not exactly the same. These Broken had felt the warm embrace of the Light and had it stripped away from them. Some were still recovering from the mental wounds that they endured. Others were exhausted from defending the camp, or from helping the others. They were not the freedom fighters on Argus - the Harborage served as a home for the truly Broken. 

Outsiders were usually regarded coldly, but Varistus had made a point in his time on Azeroth to help the Harborage when he could, so the two were accepted into the camp and led to Xeruul’s home. It was one of the larger buildings in the camp, but it also served as an infirmary. Varistus looked at his father, leaning against the building.

“You are sure you are ready? Xeruul is not the same as he used to be, father.” Varistus explained with a frowned expression.

“Your mother would tear off my tendrils if I didn’t take this chance, Varistus. I-” Vol’iru began to respond, but was cut off. 

The flap door of the building, made of hides and leather, was slowly pulled open, revealing a Broken man in dark brown robes, and a mask hanging around his neck loosely. The three of them looked at each other for a long moment - it was the first time in millennia that the three of them had been together, but no one knew what to say. Vol’iru stammered to say something, anything, but Xeruul saved him the trouble by holding three-fingered hand out to him.

“I know, father. While I…” he glances at Varistus for just a second. “…may not be the same as I used to be… I have missed you too.”

Vol’iru bursts out emotionally, both in a sob and a laugh as he moves closer to Xeruul to wrap the Broken in an embrace. It was clear that Xeruul had not had this kind of physical affection for a long time, as his first reaction was to recoil. But the familiarity of it, even after all these years, calmed him almost as quickly. He wrapped his own arms around his father for the first time in thousands upon thousands of years. Tears streaming down his face, Vol’iru nodded for Varistus to join them, and he did. The three of them stood there, at the threshold of Xeruul’s infirmary, wrapped in embrace for a long moment before Xeruul finally moved away. He looked up at both at them as they stood a good two feet over him, tears in both of their eyes. He smiled at them.

“You are both very bright these days. Come inside, you are going to attract the wildlife.” he said with a laugh, already halfway in the building.  

[mooseyells]

a second commission for @rangari, this time of her lightforged grandpa and his kitten buddy!!

[farseerkhareraa]

Draecember: Day 2 - Tattoos & Day 3 - Gardening

A soft hum escaped the lips of the Farseer while she sat on her knees in front of a small bushel of Dreaming Glory that were ready for picking. With her were a group of six children from the orphanage in Shattrath on Outland. She had been asked to pick the herbs by the matron and to use it as a lesson for the children. Orc, human, Draenei, and Arakkoa all gathered around her and listened.

Suddenly though, one of the human children spoke up; albeit softly as they seemed nervous. “Miss Khari?”

“Yes?”

“Why is that mark different from the others?” The human child murmured as he pointed to a tattoo that rested behind her left ear.

Caught a bit off guard, Khareraa’s brow lofted for a moment before she smiled softly. “It’s special. Just like the other marks.” She hummed.

“But it doesn’t look like the others. It’s not deep.”

Khareraa chuckled. “Smart one, you are.” Taking a deep breath, her head tilted slightly as she noticed the other children’s curiosity all piquing at once. So, she shifted and motioned for them to sit around her as she showed her hands and arms. “You all remember how I told you that my marks are special and what help me speak with the elements, right?” The children all nodded vigorously. “Well-“ She paused and pointed to an oddly shaped tattoo on her chest just above her heart, before folding her left ear over to show them the same tattoo behind her ear. “-these two marks were even more special a long time ago.”

There were soft gasps around her and she had to stifle her giggling. “I was born very sick. Herbs didn’t save me. The Light didn’t save me. Not even the elements could save me at the time. I was a baby, very sick and weak when my...” Her voice trailed off briefly but she regained her thoughts. “-my mentor drew these marks on my head and chest. Those marks helped me get better and now I no longer need them to work.”

One of the orc children quickly butted in. “Does Amanathar know about those marks too?!?”

Khareraa laughed again. “He does. And he is the reason I no longer need them to work.”

“Was it his love that saved you?” A swooning human girl hummed.

“You could say that.” Khareraa hummed in return. Causing some to swoon, a giggle here and there and the rest to gag and lose interest in the story rather quickly. That was when her hands planted on her hips and she adjusted her posture enough to straighten herself. “Alright! Enough story time!” She chirped. “Let’s continue learning about Dreaming Glory.”

And just as she turned to start her lesson, another small voice came from the group. “Miss Khareraa?”

“Yes?”

“Do you have a garden back where you live?”

“I do not.”

“Why?”

“Because I can barely keep myself alive. I’ll kill a plant before it even has time to sprout.” She laughed. “But in all seriousness, I have an affinity with fire, Loves. Fire can be called a rebirth and can bring change. But sometimes it destroys what you have as well. That is why I do not have a garden.”

The children all burst into laughter at her response, happy and joyful giggling before she finally calmed them down and continued teaching them about the different properties of Dreaming Glory.

((Once again an honorable mention of @wineandsalt because Khareraa wouldn’t be doing this without Aman introducing her. <3))

[farseerkhareraa]

Draecember Day 1: Hugging Someone

Within the confines of her shared flat in the floating city of Dalaran, Khareraa sat at a table only big enough for two with a cup of tea in her hands; dim glowing eyes looking out a window to the sky. It was a day where she felt she needed to force herself to remember the good in her life. To contemplate and reassure herself that all of this fighting was truly worth it in the end. Sipping on her tea, she hummed quietly in content and closed her eyes; letting her head fall back as if to stare at the ceiling while she let her mind wander.

Wander to those she lost. Friends who were more like family. Nevaeh, a shaman like her. A sister by title only but it felt like blood. Vel’tori, the krokul who took her in when she was an infant and raised her like his own. She sighed, the mere thought of the krokul had her feeling as if she could feel his arms wrapping around her to comfort her after a seizure. Making sure she was never alone. Then there was Bran’raan. He wasn’t much older than her, but they had been raised together. There were feelings early on for the both of them but it was Bran’raan who eventually pursued her. “It was as if we were meant to be..” She murmured to herself, letting the memories of her former mate roll across her mind. His large frame. So much taller than her, or so it felt. The way her body fit perfectly in his when he pulled her into his chest and embraced her. His fingers combing through her hair while he placed a kiss against the crown of her head. “You’re always safe with me. You don’t have to stress yourself. I want you for as long as I can have you.”

Another sigh; thoughts of a time when no one could fix her sickness and they all thought she’d die fairly quickly. But she surpassed all of them. Some dying during their private rituals of gaining their runes. Some dying during the first of the attacks on Draenor. She still remembered the last time Bran’raan embraced her.

“Rae, you need to go. Please. I’ll catch up. I promise.” He kissed the top of her head one last time; lingering there longer than he should have. “I love you, Soran. Don’t forget that.” And then he pushed her back and screamed for her to run. Instead of protesting. Instead of insisting she stay and they fight together, she ran to the ship, hoping to see him again one day.

“But that day never came...” She huffed out, bringing her frame forward to lean over the table; her forearms pressing against the wood while she settled her cup carefully on the table so as not to drop it. Her hands lifted to tangle into her ebony tresses as her dull gaze fell to the table as well. “Good memories, Khareraa. You’re supposed to be remembering the good things. Not the ones that hurt you.”

She thought for a few moments with nothing coming to mind until Nahualos, her frost wolf came over and set his head in her lap. She had been letting him stay with Aevesahri while she was off fighting so he could still get the exercise and love he needed. “Ava has taken good care of you, huh Love?” She hummed, straightening her frame and brushing her fingers through the beast’s soft fur. She still remembered very well when she first met her long lost sister. It brought a small smile to her lips. It was probably one of the most awkward moments of her life.

Amanathar brought this small runt of a thing to her and introduced her as Aeve. An old friend from the Rangari. Practically a sister. He looked so nervous. But before she could ask what was wrong she was embraced so strongly by this small Draenei that barely stood up to her bust she thought she might be crushed if she moved. Her arms practically going out to her sides when it happened as she looked up at Amanathar again. “I’ve been searching so long for you! And now here you are! In the flesh!” Aeve chirped with tears in her eyes. “Father would be so proud of you. I’m so glad I finally found you! We have so much to catch up on!”

Khareraa chuckled at the following array of memories. How Aevesahri explained what her life was like. How she and their father watched her from afar and how their mother cared nothing for knowing her well being. While that had been painful, it was heartwarming to hear that their father still cared for her until his last breath. It took a lot of convincing on Aevesarhi’s part, but Khareraa eventually realized the truth and welcomed the only blood family she had with open arms. The tiny runt of a Draenei who always kept a worg at her side that towered over her was her younger sister. And she was thankful for that. Having family.

“Family...” She hummed a little brighter; one hand still stroking the first wolf at her hooves and the other holding up her head while she continued to reminisce. Her smile growing as she thought of the one person in her life that always brought a more genuine smile to her face. “Aman...” She purred. Through all the good, bad and tragic they were still standing side by side. Countless memories of the love they shared. The small gifts. The ‘I love you’s late at night. The playful bickering and fights that left both of them stubbornly standing their ground. So many embraces filled with love, passion and fear.

One moment in particular came to her mind almost instantly though. Months after the accident in Azsuna. After they had finally begun to heal from their physical injuries. After the anger and resentment, the crippling anxiety to show one another their new scars finally had been given a chance to fade.

Khareraa has just gotten out of the tub and into something to sleep in after a night filled with tears, fear and undeniable passion and entered their bedroom with a slight skip in her step. “So, what shall we-“ Words failed her when she saw him laying on his stomach on the bed; unable to stay awake for her return from a bath. Her eyes softened as she looked at him. So nervous about his missing leg and tail, but here he was; sprawled out on the bed looking as if this were the first peaceful sleep he’d had in months. So, slowly and carefully so as not to wake him, she got herself into bed. Pulling the blankets over both of them as her left arm laid across his back. Gently squeezing him as she pulled herself so close that his crest pressed against her own and she closed her eyes. “I love you.” She whispered softly, pressing a kiss against his nose. “Always. Nothing will change that.” Her left hand lifted just enough to untie his hair and let it splay over the blankets on his back. Her fingers soon combing through his hair before she too drifted into the most restful sleep she’d had in so long.

The smile across her face grew as other memories, good and bad, flooded her mind. But in all the bad and depressing situations she had been in, life seemed a little more bearable thinking about what she had now. She was alive. She was no longer sick. She had family both by blood and title. And she had love. And that, she thought, would be all she needed to get through all of this.

With that, she patted her lap, causing the frost wolf to stand on his hind legs and place his front paws on her lap. She wrapped her arms around the beast and buried her face into his thick fur. “I can do this. We can do this.” She murmured against the frost wolf’s fur. “Everything will be fine in the end.”

((Honorable mention of @wineandsalt as she owns Amanathar ❤️❤️❤️))

[nithrang]

HERES THE ART RAFFLE, thanks for the 500+ followers yall r weird for following me but valid

rules:

must be following

reblog and likes count ( but reblogs r more encouraged uwu)

have dms open u fools

3 winners

what i will draw:

since this is my first time doing one of these its gonna b headshot only ( see the examples)

no nsfw(?), animals/furry, mecha(?)

just don’t b weird

raffle ends by day 19 of December at 1 am GMT-3 :D

[mooseyells]

my half of an art trade with @farseerkhareraa, who’s going to crochet me something and i’m very excited about it!!

[farseerkhareraa]

My child!!!!! I shall post pictures of crochet things when I’m done!

[illufinch]

info on commissions *not sure if commissions are open? drop me a quick email or ask, or check my sidebar *have refs! unless you have a super simple to describe commission, i won’t draw without refs *all art made will be fullbody unless you request otherwise. prices will be lowered for art that is less than fullbody *i charge per character *i don’t mind drawing any canvas size with pixels  i can also be hired for character designs payment usd payment through paypal only. how my system works: i will send you a sketch(s) as well as an invoice, once the sketch(s) are  approved/changes are made and the invoice has been paid in full i will start the final art product. you are welcome to pay upfront first. i do not mind partial payments if you cannot pay all at once, lemme know and we’ll work something out things i will not draw humanoid men (may be negotiable but please be prepared that i may say no), mecha, armor, anything that could be considered typophobic i am willing to draw (almost) anything else if you would like to commission a pixel piece please be very clear which size piece you would like. icon size is 50x50.

if there’s art i’ve made that isn’t listed here that takes your fancy and you would like something drawn in that style, please link it in your first email contact you can contact me at [email protected]   feel free to send me an ask or message if you have any questions

thank you for your support!

[illufinch]

commissions open!

i recently started school online and am not eligible for a student loan (it’s a foreign course so my government won’t help out with any fees) so i am paying for myself. please consider commissioning me to help out with costs!