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[nyxondrablackwing]

💜✨💜✨ May I introduce: This is Aneiya 💜

Last summer I saw the trailer with Orweyna and was blown away. I'm a huge Avatar fan, and I couldn't resist Orweyna's undeniable Avatar vibes.

So I searched the data for Harranir and found an incomplete model and Orweyna. Combining the two, I created Aneiya's model and these renders. And I like her so much that my oldest Nelf Druid has now become Aneiya. And finally, she feels… right to me. Does anyone else feel this way?

[hex-xbunny]

New to wow! Loving decorating so far! Here are some pics - did what I could with my limited gold and items!

[nyxondrablackwing]

“Isn’t that…?” Wrathion narrowed his eyes until only a thin slit of his usual red glow remained. His features shifted at once, becoming something else… harder. He almost looked aggressive.

I turned in the direction he was staring so intently, and froze instantly. It really was her.

Ravina.

She sat there, in the middle of the Eversong Woods, perched on a fence, watching us as if she were a random stranger, driven by simple curiosity.

But it wasn’t curiosity that drove her. It had never been curiosity.

Everything that had been done to us by the person sitting over there like an innocent girl by the roadside suddenly stood before my eyes again, clear and merciless, and a shiver ran through me.

“I’m going to end this once and for all…” Rath began, turning, ready to defend us.

Then—wingbeats. A dragon approached quickly, flying so low over our heads that our hair whipped in the wind… It landed directly in front of Ravina and shifted into her visage. It was Nyra.

She planted herself between us and Ravina like a bulky ogre assigned to guard duty. I strained to hear what she said, but her voice was so quiet that I couldn’t make out a word.

Still, I could see perfectly well what was happening.

Ravina’s composure broke. She scrambled onto her horse in haste and vanished toward the Plaguelands, out of our sight.

My mother-in-law walked toward us, grinning. Not happily, but with deep satisfaction. Like a cat that had just been given a fat fish.

“What did you say to her?” I asked.

“You’ shall not pass!”, Nyra replied dryly.

This is my own version of the famous phrase: "You shall not pass!"It's a what if and not part of my novel.

༄Nyra࿐ Talesmith of the Black Flight