#layra

[solxs]

¿Cómo le hago entender a mi cerebro que no puedo arreglar mi vida en un día?

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[jarnolde]

The Crew!

From left to right, ISSA, Windy, Travis and Layra

[abombihoney]

compilation of bug fables in wedding dresses. also vi in a flower girl dress

[motherstone]

As promised

Based on a 2018 comic of mine, that I redrew the scene of how I conceptualized it (which is outside Cielis, before the secession), although technically, it's supposed to be at sunset but I'm not that skilled yet lmao.

[meadow-roses]

Snoden and his girls.  :)

[raandelidraw-blog]

Aquí el dibujito de Layra junto con Annie, no tenía muchas ideas y pues al final La beia Annie es de @idolaelyartist o @idoltoons uwu Layra es de mi propiedad uwu

[penthe-mg]

A Farewell to the Fallen Huntress

https://youtu.be/2OUljjMG5HE?t=11m33s

You weren't supposed to lose.

The soft dirt lightly clung to her bare hands in the coolness of the night, fingers coming together and cupping out the almost damp soil off to the side. A growing pile of black that offered a measurement of her task. How deep was enough for a grave for one? Blue and white angled down into the hole as she continued the same, repetitive motions of her arms until the nerve damaged one began to seize both in argument and in a reminder that she was still healing. It was a task that would've been easier with another, but the Wild One was left alone for it tonight. A fine tremble traveled up her right arm. It would have to be deep enough.

The Draenei straightened with a long exhale, reaching up to sift her claws through her white bangs and push their length behind a horn. Dark lips moved faintly as she began to speak for them both; here, like this, there was no need for a mumble to hide any traces of accent. The words came slow, melodic, almost foreign to her own ears.

"It is easy for them, I think, to look at you all and see a demon. Or some twisted experiment that has one purpose left:  death. But every time I look at you, I see... myself. Because you were once just like me."

There was a pause, legs curled off to the side in the leathers that draped over her figure. "I brought you back home. I figured it out, where home was to you, once. Did the Harbinger let you come back and see it?"

A turn of her head then and she looked around the ruins of Oronaar. Penthe righted herself and gently lifted the bag of remains she'd been allowed to collect, leaning forward and down to settle it at the very bottom of the grave she'd dug out. "I hope she did. The arches here are nice, still."

Back straightening, she reached up and fidgeted with the clasp of her cloak, draping it over her lap. Her palm ran over the protective leather, thumb left to move unevenly along the stitching that kept it connected to the soft fabric on the inside.

"This belongs to you now. I will get your own repaired and wear it. They raised you to torment the both of us, experimented on you. I think there is still some adventuring left for me; you can come with me this way." It was set over the bag, dropped gently down, and with a flick of that tail, she began to push the dirt back down into the hole, watching the darkness cover up the gift to the Huntress who had fallen on her Hunt.

“Good bye, Layra.”

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