#saffyre

[streetfrightmanifesto]

I wanted to draw a cute girl in bunny ears!

[voidandfyre]

Saffyre has no idea how to talk to anybody.

Pony on right is Sugar owned by sugarstarr on Artfight

[voidandfyre]

I'VE BEEN NEGLECTING MY ANGRY BBY FOR TOO LONG.

hello re-meet Saffyre my angry fursona.

[existensiallifesucks]

Introducing Bwaeo & Saffyre!

[tenyiatarivan-blog]

She had gotten the letter from Rillumus, the parchment still in her hand as she scuffled around and got her things together.

Anywhere was better than here, she thought to herself as she stuffed her leather bag full of her clothing. She gave a look around, her eyes scanning for whatever she might have left. Odds and ends.

They get paid to clean up anyway, they can earn their keep. A harsh way of thinking abut whatever. She was Tenyia.

Reaching back, she tugged at the ebony locks that waved and curled all over the place. Her hair was now to her rear and she wouldn’t have it any other way. The longer, the better, she always said.  It was a pain keeping it from her face though. Usually she braided it.

Oh how she missed that man. He was nearly a foot taller than her, a hundred and fifty pounds heavier- a monster of a man but he was hers. So she hoped.

As it turns out, she learned through whispers and mutterings that she had another sister. Great, another one that would hate her. No big deal. She would never consider herself a Darkterror and in fact lied about her lineage. Her ‘father’ wanted nothing to do with her and her sister Nyxan hated her.

The only one that actually put up with her was Felano but he didn’t expect her to be some uptight, money grubbing, psychopath. He probably just didn’t care. Which was good cause  nor did she. She liked Felano, for a Death Knight he was alright but she thought that if Nyxan was her wife, a collar wouldn’t be the only thing she’d be fucking slapped with.

Oh well. She had her sights on Rillumus and the cold winds of Frostfire. Over the last few nights, she had sewn some quality Artic fur within her leather and she had some made up for Rillumus. She assumed that he would or might need it. Oh how she had missed him so much. Every letter was reassurance that he was alive and okay.

If he couldn’t come to her, she would go to him. No problem. However, she was a fragile as a kitten and couldn’t fight herself out of someones left nut. She would try though.

With her bag over her shoulder and one last look, she smiles as she makes her way out the door. One more stop to the barber and she was off the Eastern Kingdoms. Just for a little bit anyway.