#tsuragao

[actualpanda]

"You wish to test me? Very well - let's see how this ends."

A most fantastic piece from the wonderful @bearicthecleric / BearicTheCleric on Twitter of his trading card commissions - this one, of Tsuragao in his full kitsune form.

The armor is inspired by classic samurai armor (the basis for Fire Emblem: Three Houses' Mortal Savant class).

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Commission for HHopebringer on twitter!

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flat color commission for @actualpanda and their oc, Tsuragao

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Prompt for Izzial - coming across Tsuragao in the middle of the night, where the Pandaren's eyes might as well glow?

The fact it was a cat chasing a bird was lost on Izzial as he fledthrough the jungle. Instead, all of panicked thoughts wrapped around hisobjective of escape.  Izzial’s normalsense of caution had failed to alert him of the felines approach, and now allhe could do was remaining one step ahead of the panther. The Avian made astraight line towards the same village he departed from, and the only one heknew in the area—Paw’Don Village.

Darting through the trees, he leapt over a fallen log, slightlystumbling.  Orange eyes turned forward ashe glanced behind him, not noticing one ‘tree’ in front of him move. In thenext moment, all of his momentum came to a halt, Arakkoa crashing into hundredsof tons of Pandaren.  A veryconfused squawk cried out as Izzial stumbled backward, falling onto hisbackside.  In the same moment, thePandaren moved swiftly and assuredly, simply circle-stepping around theArakkoa.

All it took was a half-second for the Panther to recognize themuch-larger bear.  Claws seized theundergrowth, halting the felines momentum before propelling the Panther backaway from the massive Pandaren.  Turning,wearing a soft smile, the Pandaren’s focus turned towards the small avianlooking up with wide orange eyes.

“Easy there, friend.” The warm, rumbling baritone was almostreassuring; even as Tsuragao crouched, he dwarfed Izzial in size. His brighteyes, almost luminous in the moonlight, watched for any reason from theArakkoa. “You’re safe now.”

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Tsuragao. For whoever you please!

Drop your Muse’s name in my inbox and I’ll reveal my Muse’s opinion of them…

Most admirable quality: “He’sjus’ so… patient. An’ gentle. I don’t think I’ve ever seen ‘im with a raisedtemper. ……..come ta think of it, I really don’t want ta.”Most attractive physical feature: “Ahh.. jeez.Honestly? I quite like his gut. I imagine it’s nice ta snuggle against,especially when… ah, he’s wearing that particular armor. …Don’t judge me.”Most annoying habit: “I’ve never really beenannoyed with ‘im.”Something they would like to do with them: “Gethim someplace safe. Away from Draenor, an’ away from havin’ to be hurt again.”

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Prompt- Stahl telling Tsu a bedtime story after the mistweaver fell ill with a nasty sinus ailment?

“Can you…tell me a story?”  The question wassheepish, spoken quietly by the currently-blanketed Pandaren.  They were both in Tsuragao’s new abode, milesaway from Kun’lai. Unfortunately, the change in air pressure and conditions hadcaused the mistweaver to fall prey to a rather severe sinus infection.  The question drew a blank look from theWorgen, whose mind immediately filed through possibilities.

“Uh.” Therewas a great many he could tell, but none that he would deem appropriate for theyounger Pandaren—as bawdy as Stahl could be, there was still no mistaking therespect he held for Tsu.  “I can! Lemmejus’… think of one, ‘ere.” To buy himself some time, he helped tug the blanketsabout the Pandaren, ensuring he was snug in a warm cocoon.  “Alrigh’… I think I ‘ave one...”  Pulling a chair next to the bed, he’d slouchdown into it; his legs were crossed as he began to speak.  The tone he used was softer than his usual;it was still filled with a baritone rumbling, but it was quieter, with a hintless of the usual death knight resonance.

As hespoke, his head was slightly lifted, as if he was trying to focus on something.Indeed, recalling an actual, proper tale took some concentration; somethingthat wouldn’t come lightly to him. Still, he tried for the monk’s sake; by the time the tale was finished,he looked down to see the mistweaver dozing off.

Throughoutthe night, Stahl did not move far. If it was, it was to get a fresh pot of teagoing, or to grab Tsuragao a drink. Otherwise, the night was spent right nextto the Pandaren’s bed, standing a silent vigil.

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"Don't you dare touch him!" For Stahl, about Tsu?

“Please… jus’ leave me be.” The Worgen looked upsullenly. To say he’d seen better days would be an understatement; his fur hadbeen singed in places, with a deep wound clearly evident along his side. Tothose who knew him, his voice would be seemingly hollow, devoid of its normalplayful tone. Tanaan had inflicted one last, grievous incident on him.

Before him was a plate-clad figure, sword drawnand leveled at the death knight. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, monster?How many people asked the same of you? Well, no matter. Today, you jointhem!”  The sword came up high, the steelgleaming in the moonlight.  Folding hisears back, the Worgen merely tucked his head forward, nestling it between hisknees and shutting his eyes tightly.

“Don’t you dare touch him.” One of the Worgen’sears perked as he heard the sound of palm striking armor. Following that, thedistinctive thump of weapon hitting dirt could be heard as something incrediblylarge stood before him. Risking a glance up, Stahl saw a broad, massive wall ofPandaren standing between him and the other figure.  He’d watch as the Pandaren took a step forward,his tone softening. “Friend, perhaps you would find your time better spent downin the tavern. Can’t you see he’s been through enough?” There was another step,and it was at that point the nerve left the assailant; with a baleful mutter,he merely spun on his heel before striding away.

As Tsu turned away, the Worgen’s gaze woulddisappear back under his forearms. The concerned frown etched itself on Tsu’sfeatures as he kneeled, resting a short distance away. “Relax, Stahl. I will behere as long as you need me.” The warm, gentle tone returned in full force, themere sound drawing his eyes back up.

“Thank ya, Tsu… Thank ya so much.” For the firsttime in all day, a small smile graced the Worgen’s snout.

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"Now that I'm here, no one will hurt you." (for Zaizen after an unfortunate run-in with nastier folk in Krasarang, perhaps?)

The visitor had been… offsomehow. It was only until it was too late that the young monk had realized howout of his depth he was. It was only after the visitor had attempted to extorta free room from Mei that Zaizen had stepped in, to confront the aggressive Pandarenthat he learned exactly who the visitor was.

A deserter from the Shado-Pan.

It made sense for the stranger to have passed through Zhu’sWatch. The foreigners had so kindly left harbors on the beaches, and it wouldbe the easiest way off the continent. Unfortunately for Zai, what had startedas a gentle reminder to treat Mei with respect had turned into an unabashed beating.A rather savage kick had been delivered to his midsection that sent the bearstumbling backward, dropping him onto a knee and driving the air out of him. Hisforearm came up, wiping his muzzle; as it came away, he scowled seeing a streakof crimson left behind on his fur. Pushing past the pain, the windwalker beganto shakily stand—at least, he was until what could only be described as amassive, furry wall stepped in between the two. Both furrowed brows rose; therewas only one Pandaren he knew of with such generous size. “Tsuragao?”

“It’s okay, friend. Now that I’m here, no one will hurt you.”The normally jovial Pandaren was emanating a very different sort of energy thannormal. It wasn’t far off from Tsu’s normal, affable nature… but at thatmoment, Zaizen was confident he’d be protected.

At least for long enough for him to catch his second wind.Then nothing was going to keep him back.