#draecember 2017

[vaard]

Draecember day 4: Jewelry.

Thanks to @teechew for letting me use her younger Shan as the subject for today, seeing as she’s the queen of jewelry, and I love love the result!

Shan belongs to @teechew

[jessethejoyful]

Heroes never die! 

[arcane-priest]

I can’t keep up with the prompts, so I’m just picking and choosing and combining as I can find the time to draw.  3. Dancing + 4. Jewelry and technically also doing a hobby :)

[kyphaz]

Draecember 14: Cooking!

And a clear responsible use for shamanistic powers.

[cryptiddesi]

Draecember Day 7 - Feeling Left Out

I’ve been bad at keeping up with Draecember but I got bit by the bug today and decided to do this prompt. It’s a lot more simple than the last one I wrote.  Hopefully I’ll get a burst of energy and catch up on days 2-6, but we’ll see how that goes huehuehue.      The skies churned a deep grey this early morning as the Priestess awoke to find herself alone in bed in her home in Dalaran-Once again, Nabukai must have already left for the Sanctum, and surely her own daughter had already been taken to the Emberstorm manor for safe keeping. After all, she was expected at the Temple in a few hours herself, and always was fond of the idea of punctuality in her life-When duty called, she answered. 

     The purple sheets that wrapped about her form were of a lighter hue, trimmed with edges of gold and silver that spoke to clever craftsmanship of her people, paired now with the thicker comforter that billowed with downy deposits and a much darker hue of purple. She huddled tighter underneath them for a moment, pulling the edges of the sheets up over her now realized cold nose, and allowed her eyes to drift shut for just a moment. 

     Cold. With the skies outside threatening to dump snow on the lot of them, that meant it was of course growing closer to Winter's Veil-An Azerothian holiday that Naidin herself had come to adore over the years. Each year she sent out letters, beautifully scrawled invitations for leisure and cheer that would bring over a dozen members to her home for an intimate evening of gifts, fireworks, dinner, and drinks. It went without saying that she looked forward to it perhaps more than her own birthday, and the warmth and collection of friends and family always brought along adoration and hope. 

     But, this year? No. This war had her so wrapped up with work. Even as she lay there in bed, she couldn't help but shut her eyes tighter and think of which of her friends would even be available for such a holiday this year. Ayriath? No, she was surely going to still be stationed in Argus. Visethia? Perhaps, but Kajias certainly wouldn't. Astantis could probably afford to have some time off, but being of the xenophobic nature she was, it probably would make her uncomfortable to be in a mix of people. Even for a time, Pralea, and Riaan crossed her mind-One old friend, and one very new...Pralea could probably afford the time, and with RIaan-Well, it was always nice to have new people at the table every year. 

     But most of her friends would likely be absent. She herself might not even have the time, or even the energy to afford to baking this year, to throwing a grand party, to even spend time with her own family. Naidin's eyes slowly opened once more, peering directly towards the empty spot in bed beside her, and the loneliness began to set in. She saw her husband only briefly the night previous, but it had nearly been a week since they saw one another last before that-How much time did she even have to spend with her own daughter in the last week? This war...This war was finally beginning to wear on her. 

     After all, the holidays-While bringing with them great happiness and cheer-also can bring with them great feelings of despair and loneliness when there is no one to celebrate with. 

     Within her mind, she pleaded a small prayer. 

     "Please. Let us end this war already. All I want is to see my friends and family reunited and smiling again. Afford us but one, even short, time of peace for Winter's Veil this year."

     Mustering the courage to finally get out of bed, her hooves slid out from under the sheets to now rest upon the ground, her legs dangling over the edge of the bed.      When was the last time she had even felt this lonely?

[thegrimwulf]

Draecember - A Letter to Someone

The old goat knelt by the cliffside, the ocean churning far below. The wind whipped around Kerseraa, threatening to cast her thin frame off with the breeze. She sighed, rolling her stiff shoulders and, resting her staff on the grass beside her, took a seat on the grass. Carefully, she pulled her satchel onto her lap and withdrew an ink pot, parchment, and a quill.

These moments of clarity were few and far between. She figured the Light had forsaken her, leaving her to the torment of the Void and the monsters that dwelled in her mind. And just when she felt she was on the verge of truly losing herself, her sanity would return. And in those moments, she would steal herself from the bustling city of Stormwind and make the trek to the cliffs.

Blindly, she sat, preparing the incantation that had once taken as much energy as breathing. Admittedly, with age, she had learnt even breathing could be hard. She muttered the words and the quill fluttered to life, the parchment following with the slightest crinkle. As she spoke, the quill scratched her every word;

“My dearest Anashi,

The night’s on Azeroth are so different than Argus or Draenor. They bring the same cold, the bitter teething of a newborn season. Though I have not seen it for myself, I am told the trees turn a most brilliant shade of red. Can you imagine such a thing? Surely you remember playing in the leaves at home. Sometimes the marsuul pups would join you and I would watch you as you’d scoop them up in your chubby arms. Oh, how you’d cry when I told you we could not keep them.

I do not know of what season it is on Argus. Time is not a linear friend. Perhaps it is spring there. I know you always loved when the talbuks bore their kids. You must remember Ba’aani, that old horned buk. She passed on Draenor. She served our people well, Anashi. You would’ve been proud. Her great grandson, Lia’ani, is a terrible talbuk to train. You could always tame those beasts so easily. You were destined for greater things than arcane practices or what the Light had to offer.”

Kerseraa paused, feeling tears on her cheeks. She let them fall onto her folded hands, continuing;

“I have not had the strength to make the return to Argus, though I can sense it looming above me at this very moment. What is the use of returning if I cannot see the home I left? How am I to recognize our home, should it still stand...?

Anashi, you must know how sorry I am that I could not save you. You must... Look at me, a mother begging a ghost’s forgiveness.

I do hope this letter reaches you, wherever it is you have gone now.

With all my love,

Mama.”

The quill fell to the ground as the parchment folded itself into an ornate paper talbuk. With a wave of her hand, the paper talbuk took to the sky. Kerseraa prayed it would reach Argus somehow, prayed it would land neatly on the doorstep of an abandoned home in the center of Mac’aree.

[faerie-daze]

ahh i forgot  Draecember was a thing!

here’s my mage Rhyannu

[palebloodoni]

Draecember 4th: Jewelry

“My wife... gave me these.” Decided to give Vacalaar (father to tomoe) a bunch of jewelry! He would normally don himself with stones and ancestral trinkets! But not at this party! his wife would have none!