#keevah felfang

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Silent Watcher

I give no quarter to whomever truely knows me, Stormwind is protected by many - as I do the same.

A face to pass by with a viel of illusion cast upon me, free to roam and free to watch over. With others, like myself who once believed in the Horde - children is all I see. Children of a long dead corpse of my Warchiefs banner. To hear themselves call deserters each time - it's sickening. Nothing is wrong from running away from something corrupted by malice and hate.

There was little I can assure them with was the right thing. The right thing is always hard. Even for me. I watched carefully from the shadows, and under the brightness of a twisted light as I work on the anvil at my shop. Holding no longer to belief for a fresh start as there no longer is any. Children have already screamed or torn apart by the ongoing battles - the lives that were lost, the hearts that have shattered. They burned. Teldrassil burned. And now with the Night elves - they're burning even further of their trial to become stronger. A Night Warrior.

Such a foolish idea. A reason to keep bringing hate - to become twisted by power - have they learned nothing?!

Regardless, I will do my job as always, I will not let it happen again. To do my best to protect what little remains of the people I have left. Friends who stare through me with a stranger's face.

Who I was before may be dead. But what I stood for won't be forgotten. None of it. Good and bad mean nothing to me; only doing the right thing for the future of all lives here. That means more than anything than this savage war.

I failed my own world. My sons. My pack. My mate.. I won't let it happen again. Not again..

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💎- A precious memory they hold dear

Such memories so dear she held too close to a stone heartless core. Keevahs truest son, Krienast, was being trained by her Lieutenant, Nal'thanil, to escalate the boy's training.

She saw the boys hesitance, self-doubt, anxiety - all during his trainings. When he approached her, she saw how nervous he was to speak his mind, the confusion why she would not train him herself. It was perhaps the first time he ever confronted her of why she was always in the shadows. Watching.

It was that day she told him part of her life to him, knowing well his horrid life all too well when her commander found him, Keevah was the same in the beginning when first seeing the boy - her reluctance to aid, not knowing him well enough to trust.

Now seeing him, hearing him, Keevah saw small reflections of herself in the boy at last, and how contempt and understanding he was hearing her issues of raising another child, or to at least try to do it right.

He showed her that day, he wasn't afraid of being trained by her - but he still trained with Nal, with more pride.

But even more pride, to Keevah.

He made her feel more alive, and the chance to be a mother. To the best of her abilities.

(Thank you @stonestridernerd !)

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un'goro crater: how exotic are your muse’s tastes? are they simpler, or will they accept nothing less than luxury?

Keevah really isn't too picky of what she eats, they're between luxury and simplicity of what she eats, sometimes she's never one to waste food of what's given to her, or she feeds them to her pets/friends if they would like to try it.

However! She doesn't like sweets of any sort even if it were pie inside a cake, chocolate cookies, she doesn't like them.

Thanks @stirling-stormsworn !

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Upcoming art!

Including a human that I refuse to reveal because spoilers

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Making space for them to sit

The Blue Recluse was too crowded than it usually was, some challenge made itself known in the abundance of naive heroes. Her gaze was more focused to finding somewhere to even sit, and indoors would be the classical 'mess'.

A loud whistle caught wind her attention, looking to the side to see a familiar sight to see. Thalin motioned her to a few crate boxes, changed to idolize chairs. Moving and gently shoving aside the crows to get to the spot, breaking through and quickly sat down beside him.

"Thanks," she chuckled breathlessly and leaned back. "I owe you one."

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Keevah! Rocking the white hair! She couldn't stay blue forever!

And finally, one last adjustment of her tattoos on the face, not too much, but enough to be doable.. dua-duable. Duable.

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KEEVAH IN FIVE GIFS

Tagged by: @dewbrook-brat

Tagging: @conwulf, @tempyr-tantrym, @longclawofgilneas, and anyone else who wishes to try this!

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Returning to Stormwind

I remember being in Stormwind before, the houses burned and people fled from our bloodlust to destroy -- everything.

It disgusted me... it was those days where few of us Frostwolves -- hiding in other clans to keep our identities safe -- were hesitant and terrified of the two things we dared not:

Killing the citizens of this city like we did so foolishly before. And getting caught. Whether it was the humans or Gul'dan -- neither one was pleasent for us..

I want to say I didn't kill anybody in the city, because I did in order to keep up appearences.. I saw Orgrim, and Grom.. not much to say of boarderline traitors. The stench of blood and burning flesh kept filling my nostrils, I had to rest. It was just like what happened before.. The Draenei, the senseless slaughter--

I couldn't be more sicker of what we did... let alone what Doomhammer had done.

But now returning again after quarter of a century -- I see the city rebuilt and new faces... the park was now a memorial to the past King, Varian. Of which I honored as an enemy of the Horde. Or an ally.

I know another war is coming.

I have made my decision -- even if I am to be caught and hanged for it.