#sara frostwalker

[dark-lady-sylvanas]

picked up an old old OLD wip today and put some flats on my girl today :) we’ll see if it ever gets finished!

[frostwalkers]

detonate the sun, and soar into a supernova

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[dark-lady-sylvanas]

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[dark-lady-sylvanas]

so i’ve been writing a lil dk/wild hunt au for sara over the past couple of days and i was just curious to see if there was any interest for a public post:tm: so i’ll put a lil snippet under the cut! :D i’m up to chapter....3? i think? so if you want a link to the rest of the fic feel free to dm me!! :D

Clang. Clang. 

If there was one thing that never ended in Icecrown, it was the noise. Sara had been assigned to watch over the forges this morning, standing guard over the undead smiths. She stationed herself just inside the doors to the master’s citadel, listening intently for any hint of invaders. Well, as best as she could over the noise of the forge behind her. 

Most of her daily assignments were spent waiting for a replacement to come. There was hardly a reason to be by the door, besides to escape the oppressive heat behind her, especially with the citadel’s defenses. If the heroes she’s been training to defeat came anywhere close, alarms would sound throughout the entire structure. 

Most of their training recently had even been about identifying the various alarms. The one for invaders, of course, sounded like a low, deep war horn. Something similar to the noise playi— Shit!

Immediately whipping around, she was relieved to see the smiths already dousing the forges and fleeing to the inner citadel. Sara moved quickly from forge to forge, freezing each one as she herded the smiths away. Just as the last forge froze over, the great doors behind her took their first blow

THUD. 

She summoned her mount as she kept walking, a horse fashioned from the coldest shadow. 

THUD. 

A moment to set the hidden traps, then swinging into the saddle. Her steed immediately broke into a canter, riding through the ring Marrowgar was slowly forming in. 

THUD. 

A quick nod to their Nerubian priestess, then she was ascending. A platform slowly raised up, away from the gates. And it seems her escape came at the perfect time. 

CRASH!

[dark-lady-sylvanas]

current look at sara’s trp!! 👀 still working on the present, but i’ll probably have that posted in the next couple days

[dark-lady-sylvanas]

an incomplete list of ways sara has gotten hurt trying to flirt with sylvanas

- gotten drunk at some important banquet, then told sylvanas she should “call in thicc” tomorrow with a wink

- gotten shot and, with some shit eating grin told sylvanas it was cupid’s arrow

- after getting absolutely shitfaced tried to snuggle up to sylvanas before passing out. it didn’t work.

- at the battle for lordaeron she asked if sylvanas would give her a kiss for good luck and sylvanas told her to come back in one piece. she promptly tripped and fell off the ramparts in shock

- finding ways for nathanos to “accidentally” end up in the slime river when he gets too friendly

- for a private meeting she tried to seduce sylvanas by showing up in lingerie and laying on her bed. she almost lost her job but says it was worth it

[dark-lady-sylvanas]

so i finished filling out my template for sara and her siblings :) next up, her ex and kids! one day!

[dark-lady-sylvanas]

If she is afraid of bugs, how does she handle things like Anub'arak?

she takes one look, starts crying, and hearths out