#master snowdrift

[artistgem]

"Still, we must prove we are better than they. We will show them honor in death."

Except one.

[actualpanda]

And because I can, I drew Snowdrift. Two different iterations of him...spot the difference.

Because Shado-Pan. And big-bellied older Pandaren. Do I need other excuses? No.

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...on another point, would anyone be interested in sketches like these? It took me the better part of forever to get my act in gear, but if there are pandas that need to be drawn, I will be happy to draw them.

[actualpanda]

A commission I ordered of Master Snowdrift of Warcraft, made by the wonderfully talented quintotriticale! Uploaded with the artist's express permission.

[actualpanda]

The Influences on Snowdrift...

So basically I've buckled down and realized that the influences for Snowdrift's dialogue and thoughts as I RP him is a mix of...

Inigo Montoya (The Princess Bride) Captain Benjamin Sisko (Deep Space 9) Commander Susan Ivanova (Babylon 5) Taran Zhu (Shadows of the Horde and post-Sha of Hatred) Gandalf (Lord of the Rings) Thane Krios (Mass Effect 2 and 3) Samara (Mass Effect 2 and 3) and every once in a while I get a little tug from Speaker to Animals (Larry Niven's Ringworld)

[actualpanda]

✄ ❤️ ☁️ ✉️ (I had to send these from my phone so hopefully those are the right things omg)

Master Wan Snowdrift

✄ - nervous habits

He finds himself touching his forearms a lot if he gets nervous or particularly uncomfortable. It almost looks natural...but those who know him very well fully understand that it really isn't.

❤ - voice

Very deep indeed. Most of the time he speaks is very authoritative and decisive. If among friends...he gets kinder notes.

☁ - ideal holiday

A day where he can sit back and relax without having to worry about any mantid attacks would be wonderful, thank you very much.

✉ - texting habits

They have cellphones in Azeroth?

In Hive City, Snowdrift's texting is quite precise. It's only when he hurries to type something in that he starts making typos. And clawtips are only so useful when it comes to touchpads...

[actualpanda]

★ Wan, Kuang!

Wan Snowdrift = he has absolutely no preference when it comes to kafa. It all depends on what mood he’s in and what he feels up to on any given day. About the only thing he doesn’t like in it is ginger…makes things incredibly bitter. If he wanted tea, he’d have asked for tea.

Kuang Cloudwalker = The record for “most dumplings stuffed into one mouth” for Wu-Song Village is 57. Kuang doesn’t know how the hell anyone can come close to it, seeing as he managed just 32. He does place a good deal of respect on those who can manage epic feats of food.

[actualpanda]

Yes, that big-bellied Pandaren man looks quite cantankerous, but what if you could snuggle them?

[actualpanda]

"I'm.. so.. so sorry I couldn't protect you." With Taran and Snowdrift? c: (First thing that came to mind!)

No sooner had Taran collapsed in the Monastery after events settled out than Snowdrift saw the wounds his commander…his friend…was hiding. The ones he’d been hiding ever since his return from Orgrimmar… There was blood, a lot of it, too…more than there should have been.

"How did you get these injuries?" Snowdrift snapped, helping Taran to sit upright. Taran struggled to remove his uniform.

"I…underestimated Hellscream. Then I had to fight…the essence of pride." Taran coughed once, allowing Snowdrift to help him take off the top half. "It was…not easy. Cho had someone patch me up but…"

"Lorewalker Cho was there?" Snowdrift hefted the top half of the uniform and freed it from Taran’s chest. The undershirt was bright red…but it was also red from a very different source. "Stay awake." He urged.

Taran coughed again. Snowdrift gathered his hand into a fist and summoned what healing techniques he did know. Taran delicately lifted the shirt up…revealing a harsh gash. No, a series of gashes. Snowdrift held the painkilling mists he’d gathered to the wounds…allowing them to fade. “You have not rested enough for this injury to recover.”

"There has been no time to rest." Taran gasped out, letting out two long breaths. "Until now…" He lowered the shirt, the wounds having been knitted together by the healing mists. The surface wounds…the other woudns required Yalia’s touch.

Snowdrift delicately wrapped both hands about Taran’s sturdy back, the technique having done its work…and the Blackguard Master hugged Taran Zhu to himself. “My Lord…I am…so, so sorry…that I couldn’t protect you.”

"Things are…as they are, Wan." Taran reassured him, returning the hug weakly. "Had you been there…perhaps we might have turned Hellscream back. Perhaps he might have killed us both."

Snowdrift rested his head against Taran’s neck. “Rest as much as you can. I will do…what I am able to.”