Shanaraya Frostpaw

Pandaren Frost Mage on Wyrmrest Accord (US Horde) [icon by @kinlochart]

[sarignis]

hey remember when i made a couple of these

well i made a couple more

my panda girls are neutral, so this upcoming horde-alliance conflict is going to be rough on them. but no matter what, they’ll protect pandaria.

shana is here, tsuyan is here

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​​​Rose in the snow

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Hand-made hanfu accessories by 震泽波底月明

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[kindheartedtruth]

Oh, I’m such a fool, I can’t be free… No escape from the storm inside of me… I can’t control the curse!

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

Reblog if your muse has scars.

[rpmusings-galore]

No, it doesn’t stop. It never stops. 

Do you think I chose to be like this? 

Do you have any idea how   l o n e l y   it is?

                                         How  ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ?

[rpmusings-galore]

                                                    Something                                           has changed within me 

                                                    Something                                                 is not the same

[sarignis]

LET ER RIP

((LET’S DO THE MOST LIKELY IN THIS MOMENT HO GOOOOD))

Keep reading

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–Charles Baudelaire

[shanafrostpaw]

Always the Nightmares

Shana jolted awake for the fourth time in as many hours, her fur slick with sweat. She clenched her paws and heard the all-too-familiar crunch of frost being smashed, but tonight she was far too occupied to feel frustration with her lack of control. She rolled over and reached out into the darkness; her paw reached the soft cloth of the elekk plush given to her and she pulled it close, pressing her face into it.

Most times when her sleep was plagued by nightmares, it was the same one, or variations of one, that played over and over again, as if her mind got stuck in a loop and could not release itself. Tonight, however, she had been treated to terrifying renditions of almost every awful thing that had ever happened to her, from the loss of her family to John's abrupt departure to her last conversations with Valkenhar.

The most recent nightmare, from which she had just scared herself awake, featured her first experiment with Nektargo: the feeling of having her magic ripped from her, leaving a void for several moments, and the inevitable rush of power when he had dispelled the runes, that burst out from her in a wave. The moment that had apparently lit up the leylines like a huge beacon, drawing all sorts of evil things to her. She shivered. It had felt...intoxicating. She had only experienced that sort of feeling, that invincibility, once before...

And the thrice-damned orc wanted to go back to the place she had felt it.

Shana lifted her head a little to look at the bulk of snoring orc on his cot. Nektargo's demeanor had changed since their first meeting; she had seen a different, kinder side to him recently. It was enough to confuse her; she thought she'd had him pegged. A business contact, albeit a frustrating one, and nothing more. A resource to be used, and when they figured out her...issue...they would be on their separate ways. She was a guinea pig to his research, and he was a knowledge source to be tapped.  

Except that wasn't quite the case anymore. "I don't get close to people, Frostpaw," he'd said, yet here she was, sleeping on his floor because she hadn't wanted to be alone. There was a certain level of trust that had to be had, right? He was trusting that she wouldn't combust and kill them both. He was invested in her plight, much more than she had asked him to be. Had she even asked him to get involved? Or had he just stepped in and taken over? She pressed the plush to her face again and curled up under her blanket. She couldn't remember how it had happened, only that suddenly they were working together, and he had tasked himself with her survival.

And that, apparently, meant going back to the underground Nerubian kingdom, and much further than she had dared venture on her own. She shivered, and a tiny clatter to her right told her Narak'het had responded similarly. Proximity to the ley fracture gave her such headaches, and unpredictable power surges from the arcane resonance would prove incredibly dangerous. Shana would have to talk Nektargo out of it. She'd tried, but apparently dragons and ancient sentient insectoids were not enough to deter the orc. The possibility of her infusing herself in more of the ley energy, though...

The staff clattered again, against the wooden floor they were resting on. Shana grimaced, but stubbornly did not reach for it. She didn't want to feel that rush of power again. Last time...last time had been downright terrifying. She had nearly killed Yau, and that was something for which she could not forgive herself. She wanted control, she wanted to be able to suppress the storm bubbling inside her...

Her body gave an involuntary shiver and she rolled over again. She would try again to convince him off of this plan, or at least to take better precautions. For now, though, sleep. Maybe this time she could go two hours before her wandering mind woke her.

[sarignis]

things shan would never say but absolutely thinks: this

(shan found here)

[shanafrostpaw]

A letter was sent, addressed to one Hahru Darkbrew, care of the Red Crane Temple in Krasarang. The handwriting was clean and legible, but nowhere near the pristine neatness of Tsuyan's characters.

Dear Master Darkbrew,

It is with great pleasure and relief that I hear of the successful defense of the Temple, and your survival as well as the new Master Tenderwalker. Even if she were not my sister, I would be proud of her for protecting one of our great Temples, and the Red Crane himself.  

That being said, she writes to tell me of other developments, interpersonal ones, and it is for this reason that I am writing to you directly.

We have met but once, but I have heard many tales from Tsuyan. I trust her judgment, and therefore I do not speak against your impending union. However, custom dictates that the suitor speak to his intended's family to gain their blessing. We have no parents, and I am her younger sister, but I would prevail upon a meeting between us—without her involved.  

I wish to meet before you leave for Argus...something she has also told me she intends to do. I am currently residing in Orgrimmar, but I am only a portal away should it be best to meet elsewhere. There are ears all over this city.

Looking forward to seeing you, and may you only know victory.

-Shanaraya Frostpaw

(( @chefdarkbrew ))

[ragnaros]

Mists of Pandaria: Valley of Four windsThe Jade Forest, Vale of Eternal Blossoms, Dread Wastes, Kun-Lai Summit, Townlong Steppes and Krasarang Wilds

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