#viraninde

[akulazart]

Viraninde/Vindliah

[akulazart]

Vindi and Vira. Tried to have Vira offering her hand but I couldn't get the angle. The anatomy is still weird but oh well.

[akulazart]

Didn’t much care for the last head shot I did of her, so here’s another. Vira!

[akulazart]

Anatomy is hard. :( Vira and Zevaron havin' a friendly chat.

[viraninde]

The Baggie

The drumming of Vira’s metal-clad fingers echoed through the belly of Alphaeus and Alec’s cabin, her body leaning heavily on the door frame as she peered inside. The door had been locked but that hadn’t taken her long to pick, in fact she felt compelled to buy him better locks. Though, from what she heard about the couple’s history with doors, perhaps that would be a waste of money. Pushing off of the wall she made her way into the room and lowered herself to her belly when she reached the bedside. Slipping her hand under the bed she smoothed her hand over the floorboards, pushing any clothing that had been stuffed under it out of the way. When her fingers caught on a nail she paused, grabbing hold and counting as she twisted it four times. A click could be heard and she pulled the nail upward causing the wood to lift and then swivel to the side. Blindly her hand sought to grab the velvety pouch that lay within; her fingers had bumped a few other items until finally they closed around the object she sought. Setting it outside of the trap compartment Vira closed and locked the hidden door and snatched the bag from beneath the bed. Getting to her feet she bounced the bag in her hand a few times, scanning the room and using her feet to shift any clothing she had touched back to where she recalled it had been left. Once outside and the door locked again she rest her back against it, glowing green eyes searching the rafters above her head before calling out a name. “Sonzip?” It didn’t take long for the imp to materialize on the boards above, grey-white eyes blinking owlishly at her. The bag was tossed upward and the little demon’s claws quickly snatched out to catch it, hugging the velvet close to his chest. “Ya know what ta do wi’ it?” He nodded, an impish grunt escaping him before his body and package within his arms vanished in a spark of fel magic. Vira’s expression remained passive even after he was gone, footfalls carrying her toward the exit of the ship’s belly. “Good boy.”

[viraninde]

A Romantic Necromantic Environment

The crunch of broken glass echoed around Vira as she slipped into an abandoned house; the circular, tree limb lined window reflected the architecture of a Night Elven home. It took more acrobatics than anticipated, the small window panes split unevenly and even after choosing the largest gap she managed to gain a few cuts along her armor and one along her ear. With a small hiss she reached up to apply pressure to the little cut, eyes scanning the darkness with some frustration over the sensitivity of such a body part. That, and she missed being able to see clearly in the dark, instead now her green eyes were like dimly lit lanterns that barely graced the room before her with light. Swinging her back pack over her shoulder she set it down lightly, kneeling to dig out another bag filled with candles. It took her several tries, fingers snapping together with no success, finally she opted to remove one of her gloves and have a go at it again, this time the small wick in front of her ignited. Excitement rushed through her, she had been practicing this for weeks now and she managed to get it! A strong gust of wind however snuffed the little flame out and a groan of frustration caused the woman to nearly throw the candle across the room. Taking a deep breath she tried again, she could feel the mana pooling inside of her, the mild buzz of arcane tingling at her finger tips, and yet still nothing more happened. Abandoning her magic, she yanked her glove back on and pulled out a goblin’s auo-flint and lit the wick once more. Vira continued to move around the room from there, lighting and placing candles on whatever stable surface she could find, shadows receding as she moved about and soon the room looked like a necromancer’s romantic night out. She snorted in amusement at the mental image. Dust, dirt, and ash lay in a heavy blanket over everything, she didn’t need a worgen’s nose to smell the fire that had once licked the walls within this home. Barely stable, charred furniture littered the space, broken, blackened glass sparkled within the candle light, cobwebs clung to every corner available, and some spots in the floor looked damp from a leaking roof. Despite all of the work that needed done, the place made Vira’s heart swell. “This is perfect..” She mumbled, ears standing tall as her eyes continued to consume her surroundings.

[akulazart]

Added the original Vindliah.

[toxicphox]

Some of the ladies I RP with. I need to draw more women. Like badly.