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[duraxxor-draws]

For those curious about some of the differences between Alphus Daevara and his post Scourge transformation into Duraxxor Deathcleave, here you go. Note, this is before the Batdad age as I call it!

[duraxxor]

It matters not what face you see, there is always a darkness lurking within behind the flesh. Because no matter what you may say or do, it's what lies within your C̶̲̿̀͊̎̅͆́̋̕͝ŏ̸̲̋̔̽r̴̛̪̉̉͑̈́͆́̔̕ę̶̠͔̱̞͐̉͂̑͜.

[drunkenworgen]

► Do a barrel roll

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

(Accepting!)

Gin is walking along the streets of Silvermoon when she suddenly...

Drops to the ground and rolls forward a few feet.

She hops back up like nothing happened, brushing herself off and continuing on her merry way. What the fuck was that?

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[worginarts]

I colored it.

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[handhourgalleries]

Headshot Portrait Commissions of @duraxxor's Warcraft Oc's, Fel'thamar (Left) and Solextras (Right). These commissions were gifted by @nyyght!

Commission Info Carrd || Ko-Fi

[kelzthalasbandtherion]

" You appear to be someone that doesn't quite understand where they are going? Yet, you have been here for some time. " A voice of worn baritone from what appeared to be a rather, grizzled elven man. A crimson scar wrapped around his entire jawline, paired with a patch of fabric over his left eye. A once azure gaze now possessed the depth of the oceans outside the walls. It was hard to say what age this man was. But one thing was for certain, he had the appearance of a veteran that chose to wear his old uniform that had seen better days. There was even a tattered cloak concealing his left arm. Lazily, he sat on one of the curled benches with a book clutched in his unconcealed hand.

The days had definitely lost their charm after the incident beyond the Shepherd's Gate. Her focus was unsteady due to the emotional burnout and physical exhaustion of her body and spirit. She drifted towards the bench, seemingly unaware of her surroundings as bare hands lifted to dig along the tresses of blonde hair. A deep breath was taken in before it was expelled in a weary sigh.

The words of the stranger caught her off guard, forcing her to straighten her posture and re-orient herself in her guardian regalia. With a brief glance she thought for a moment he might be referring to someone else. But his blue eye didn't seem to be bearing down on anyone but her. Seeing the eye patch and noting what uniform her wore, she cleared her throat lightly.

"Sometimes you don't know where your next steps will take you," she confessed as she leaned back against the bench to look outward from him. "But if you are familiar with my associations here, you would be correct. I have been here a while..."

Perhaps it was in this moment that she was considering her resignation with the Silvermoon Guard. But that was not a question to address now, but a thought for another moment in time. Instead, she turned to glance at him.

"Do you still serve?" She asked upon making that connection to his uniform and looking him over once more. "Apologies for not introducing myself sooner, Commander Kelz'thalas Sunwhisper." Her bare hand was offered to the man as she offered a small smile to offset any hesitation or suspicions on her part.

@duraxxor - ;3 thank you for the ask

[miss-niki-draculesti]

" I am so sorry about your dress. I will pay for it. "

“Oh, no. I’m the one that bumped into you..” She waved her hand. The young woman was just about to leave the bar when she, being distracted by her phone, walked right into the stranger before her.

“I should replace your drink.”

[ryssa-ravensdawn]

Batdad Question No. 5 - " A pleasant plethora of questions. Now let's turn the tides... if there was a question within your heart's desire that you wish to ask of the Father of Bats, what would it be? "

Both eyebrows rose in surprise.  The tables had turned and she could ask a question? The corners of Ryssa’s lips slowly curled into a wicked smile. “Ah yes.  One question of many that dwell in my bosom…” Idly, the tip of her tongue ran over slightly parted lips, pensive of what choice question she could offer that would be valid and special enough as the ones he had posed.

“All your talk of monsters and morality has got me thinking.” She purred, formulating the setup of the question even as she spoke. It would be more than one given the setup of his own questions. It would only be fair to respond in kind. “You are clearly making sure that I am not afraid of the dark and the creatures that dwell there.  Not only that, but you are making sure that my overall disposition is that of someone who will treat monsters in much the same way she would her brethren. You have probed on issues not only regarding morality but action. Clearly, common decency is one of a few things to take into consideration.”

The tip of her boot swayed slightly, a nervous gesture? No. Perhaps impatience.  “That is all well and good but, Father of Bats, how would you react if the object of your affection is not another monster but someone rather frail and susceptible to the very monsters that walk the halls of your kingdom?”  One eyebrow rose in question.  “Would you change that very being, on your own accord, to be strengthened and not be so vulnerable or would you keep them as they are, fearing that a change in them may change the very affection you have for them?  If the latter ever happened, what would become of such a being that once basked in your affection and now knows it no more but has been changed due to your influence?”