Some doodles I did last night of wow ocs
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Some doodles I did last night of wow ocs
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Letting Go
Ethereal fingers gripped at the back of his head. Closing into the white hair they pulled him back to his flaking scalp. The darkness flooded over him. With death coming to claim him Zanarian kept a tight grip on his soul.
Body broken beyond recovery he could feel his weakened pulse push out his life with each passing second. Willing his heart to stop he hoped to preserve his life a little longer. Just a few more minutes, enough time for his Seer to get to him. She was coming, he could feel her in his ever fleeting blood.
@curiouslich ‘s Zanarian is learning to Magelyn how to fly !
MY FAVORITE BOY
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Threatening Promises
Wiping a hand across the mirror Zanarian stared at the mirror with a hint of grimace on his face. Claws reaching up to probe the tender discolored flesh on his face. Met with a jolt and a hiss. The wound was fresh. The feeling of sore blood and throbbing heart beats echoed in pulsing waves of heat. The bath had done nothing to ease the pain, but that wasn’t his intention.
Without preamble, without warning one swift right hook had shattered his face. There was a great deal of indignation to it. The Overseer was a leader of the Cabal, a proud soldier that was adept at reading fights and coming out on top. He just didn’t see this one coming and paid the price for his growth of his contempt.
Verdant Phoenix
The act of becoming an Illidari, the final rite is one of consumption. Brutal training, sleep deprivation, hunger, sparing, pain, suffering… all lead up to the moment. Where the inner darkness of your soul is pulled forth and used to summon the foul creatures we hunt.
The strength of your soul dictates the enemy you face. Your soul then must dominate the monster, then devour them. Binding the essence to your own many Illidari lose themselves to madness.