1, About shipping, be it OCxCanon or CanonxCanon, I believe people can ship whatever they want. BUT do not throw insults or any sort of hate to others who disagree with you or at ships you cannot stand. Ignore them, feel free to disagree, but keep it to yourself. Just mute/blacklist/ignore. If you start the witchhunt, don’t be surprised if in the end you yourself will get burned instead. This goes for everyone. Keep to yourself, but if you start throwing mud at others needlessly, yep, you’re the bad guy and don’t act surprised.
2, People can rp with whoever they want. You can’t dictate that your friend mustn’t write with X just because you have/had conflict with X. If the 3rd party is a big a.hole, believe me, they will be found it quickly by your friend too. Still, trying to control this is just a big no-no and will ruin your own relationships if you keep trying to do this.
requested by @draenei-tales and @leavenohoofprints
*disclaimer: This is a post for fun, it is in no way meant to be taken seriously. I have thoroughly combed the lore before making this post and is just a “what if” scenario just for shits and giggles and is meant to be taken with a grain of salt.*
Race: Centaur
Faction: Horde
Languages: Low-Common, Orcish
Summary: The Centaurs are a barbaric half-humanoid, half-horse tribal race. Descended from the druid demigod Cenarius, they were brought into the world with the union of Zaetar, one of Cenarius’ children and Princess Theradras, the sole daughter of Therazane the Stonemother. Shortly after their creation they murdered their father and formed clans of warring tribes that roam across Kalimdor. However, Zaetar still believed in his children and knew they would one day redeem themselves...
Throughout the years the Alliance and Horde fought with Centaur clans while trying to bring peace to others. During the Cataclysm the Horde and Alliance finally succeeded in unifying multiple clans in the greater good so that the Centaurs could be allies against the Burning Blade. However as the Alliance continued their hostile push into southern Kalimdor, the Centaur joined the Horde to protect their lands.
Classes:
Warrior
Priest
Mage
Hunter, starting pet is an brown hyena
Shaman, totems are leather stretched on wooden frames.
Mount: Altar of Therazane, a floating crystal platform that uses the “surfing animation” like the carpet and flying disk mounts. Scales with riding level including flying and also replaces mounts used on flight paths. Unfortunately Centaurs can only use mounts that use this animation, but the aesthetic is worth it.
Racials:
Brutal Charge: Active. The user charges at the target at full speed, dealing X damage and knocking them back 5 yards. 10 yard range, 3 minute cooldown
Gallop: Active. The user takes a stance that allows them to run at full speed. Scales with ground mount riding skill, can not be used in combat
Rugged : Passive. Reduce physical damage taken by 1%
Muscle Through: Passive. Reduces the duration of all movement impairing effects by 20%. Puny snares can’t stop a Centaur!
Canter: Passive. Movement speed increased by 10%, does not stack with other speed increasing effects or while mounted.
Dances: Gangnam Style (Male), Waka Waka by Shakira (Female)
“I suppose this Aesop has nothing on my fables because all mine are true. Or at least those that tell them believe so. But even the grandest of myths holds a grain of truth.”
An absolute giant of a man sat upon a cliffside as he’d watch the draenei walk up. His voice deep and his eyes filled with happiness, “I see gold, oranges, and reds.” The golden-haired man smiled towards the Draenei as he’d nod his head.
Anthony McAllister was just large for a human. But he seemed completely gentle as a person. His hands rested upon his lap as he’d just look towards the sky some more, “The best evening activity in my mind.”
After serious consideration, if you snapped, 6/10. I'm actually more worried about the collateral damage than you hurting me, because there's very little possibility of it being my fault.
Kaeta’s world is filled with blue. Each of her forms have different cones and rods in the respective eyes. They come with their own array of photopigments but all of them can see blue. The tree bark in her home town are more blueish gray than any sort of brown. Even the leaves seem to have a thin stain of blue over the greens and reds. The roofs in the town are various shades of purple and teals. Blue hair runs in her family. Her hair and that of her two brothers have subtle hints of their mother’s green but her father’s hair is a blue that she’s not yet seen outside of him, to her memory. It even carries over into his own forms, always making him easy to pick out in a room full of bears. In fact, that unique shade of blue is how he and Kaeta’s mother met. She saw the stag with such a gorgeous pelt and decided she had to have it. It wasn’t until she’d already set her hounds upon it and shot it twice in the rump did she realize it was not quite a stag. Countless anniversaries and three children later and he has yet to let her live THAT down.
