#Vulpera female

[cynical-cy]

rly wishing there was an all-furry, 3d mmorpg out there cause i have a major itch to play an MMO but also wanna be cute and fluffy while i do

#cyspeaks #no i will not go back to WoW to play vulpera you cant make me #and xiv doesnt count cause female hrothgar dont exist yet #like i just came back from researching and it's like #all the furry mmos are 2d and seem to be more life sims than rpgs #which is like good for ppl who enjoy those but i dont

[consequencesofargentdawn]

@The ERP mentioning text below; I agree to 50%.

There is only a very small percentage that write their erp well. As with any other form of art, not many can achieve greatness in it. It's just writing smut in the end, with someone else doing half the work.

I can agree that people who do erp are much more immersed into their characters and see it fully through. Even if the goal is focused on erp, atleast there is a staying of in character and (possibly) developing a long term romance through it.

Depending on the race, what your character portrays and your own writing skill, you will be sought after too. By those you know and strangers alike.

Unfortunately this can lead to certain stigmas and approaches you would best avoid. Female dwarves, draenei and night elves are 24/7 targets for futas. Or people assume your character is a futa and/or lesbian. While vulpera and worgen are oftenly put away with the stigma of their character being gay. On Epsilon this extends to (RIP Horde side on AD, yes it's dead let's not kid ourselves) trolls. Where almost every female is a lesbian and every male is gay.

It's a completely different perspective on the hobby. Somewhat like a world on it's own. Erp does not equal quality writing. Even worse, finding quality erp with emotes written that hold any worth are very rare. It's quite similar to combat emoting. Some people do combat rp to "win". Translated to erp that means they only want their own preferences fulfilled. What it comes down to is they do not write in a cooperative manner with your character (or react to the other persons emotes) and instead roleplay at you. Not with you.

An even worse case is if someone takes the erp as a note that your character and theirs are together now or have feelings. Double worse if the other person gets jealous OOC. Which opens a whole new can of worms.

All in all? It has the exact same issues than 'regular' roleplay. Mainly that to find quality writing is difficult and crazy people will act crazy no matter what. I understand why so many people want to avoid erp entirely. Nobody can deny however that it's a very big part of Argent Dawn. Even if it isn't in public. Those that seem the most unlikely to erp are usually the ones that write quite well. I don't know how aware you are of the on goings but the erp scene on Argent Dawn is huge. Sure the PCU was/is against it and some players are too. I see and know many more that actively do erp and are fully ok with it than those who aren't.

The community of Epsilon seems to have the same opinion where I call utter bull. Man, Epsilon has a phase in Feralas that is 100% about erp and it's also the most active phase on the entire server. Even despite needing an invite and being private. The entire starting area of Epsilon is Goldshire. You can whisper almost any person there and they will be down (of varying degrees) to erp.

Keeping that in private though is the key. Nobody wants to read your kinks or fetishes in public. Especially not the roleplay in itself. The PCU liked to say "most people are against erp" where I also call utter bull. Most people are fine with it to downright seeking it out actively if the situation of their character calls for it.

A very well thought out and detailed post, many points of which we agree on. Any attempt to 'stop' ERP is doomed to fail and ultimately attempts to stop it can border on abuse and harassment. We have always been of the opinion that private interactions are no one's business but those involved in them.

#confessions of argent dawn #argent dawn eu #pcu #erp #hypocrisy

[lillenta]

How many character customization options are there in World of Warcraft

Hi there!

My brother has spent hours computing how many customization options does every race-gender combo have in the character creation screen. (I clearly owe him a drink.) I'd like to share the result!

How many options in the Alliance? 6,02548E+12

How many options in the Horde? 5,99787E+12

Are you saying that the Alliance has more options than the Horde? Yes, though it's a really thin difference.

So… who has the most customization options? The male orc, followed by the female night elf!

And who has the least? The female darkiron dwarf, followed by the male vulpera!

What's the average? 2,61377E+11

And the median? 237785188

If you want the computing details, here they are (with death knights and demon hunters, but not with the new dark ranger thingy as it's not by default in the character creation options). It's in French though. https://pastebin.com/hRFgkyP8 We've chosen the logarithmic scale for the graphic representation (base 10). That basically means that when the rectangle is higher by 1 on the graphic, the value it represents is actually 10 times higher. If we had not done that, only 2/3 rectangles would be visible, crushing the others. But this is not a real problem because, actually, the logarithmic scale is not only convenient, it is also a good measure of the number of options.

#WoW #World of Warcraft #maths. so many maths #I'm glad we did it before the next expansion and the arrival of the dracthyr. I think my brother would have cried

[nightcoremoon]

female hyenas have penises. kinda. more on that later.

so as many people following me probably don’t know because I don’t talk about it a lot, I am a furry. when I was a kid some of my favorite games were ratchet and clank, crash bandicoot, spyro, gex, sly cooper, okami, dust: an elysian tail, pokemon… final fantasy 12. I also never played but love the design of banjo kazooie and starfox. I love night in the woods. I love aggretsuko. I love animal crossing. I love five nights at freddy’s…’s visual design. against all odds I love undertale. my default race in the elder scrolls swaps between khajit and argonian. the only races I ever main in WoW are the tauren worgen and pandaren (AND VULPERA)! king is my tekken main. dark souls’ crow demons... enough said. I love zelda and in its later years it started getting more and more furry with each major installment. I love sonic the hedgehog. twokinds is my favorite webcomic. beastars is probably my favorite anime of the 2020s. and none of it is sexual. I just really love anthropomorphic animal characters!

…okay maybe I have a huge crush on a few characters. rivet. coco. carmelita. fran. krystal. isabelle. roxy. blaze. others I won’t name because you’ll just make fun of me. but a whole lot of it is nonsexual. regardless I’ve always wanted to settle on a particular species for my fursona.

fox. cat. wolf. skunk. rabbit. raccoon. ermine weasel.

but every one of these choices has just been me settling. I looked at a list and thought well I might as well pick one of these because that’s what everyone else does. to be a normal furry I have to really vibe with a certain animal and align with that particular choice wholly. completely. like society tends to do for sexuality. you have to pick 1. no more, no less. so I kind of wandered around between them all not really picking any in particular and figured I’d get around to it eventually but as time went on it just didn’t go anywhere. until today.

so I just randomly realized that my name rhymes with hyena. and then I realized hey wait a minute I fucking love hyenas. so I did some research on the cultural impact of hyenas and… it’s really sad. the whole world hates hyenas. muslims hate hyenas. african tribal faiths hate hyenas. the greeks hate hyenas. jews hate hyenas. damn near every single culture in the region hates them. they’re vampires. they’re werewolves (er. werehyenas?). they’re the ghosts of cannibals (if only there was a single word for a creature that was the evil ghost of a cannibal). they’re the evil mounts that evil witches ride in the night. some real fucked up stuff. and I think that’s really sad, as I LOVE hyenas. they’re one of my favorite animals. the way they’re kinda dogs kinda cats kinda neither, the way they’re shaped like fucked up demented little monsters, the way they’re murdering bastards, the way they laugh. and I’ve heard that they taste very interesting. I’d eat em.

so I decided, them. hyenas. they deserve better and I would be one hot and sexy cute and adorable hyena. fursona selected, I’m a hyena now motherfucker!

and then my partner told me female hyenas have dicks. I was like bro what? and I looked it up. lady hyenas have an appendage that looks (if not functions) like a penis.

and I (dfab, trans, no desire or plans for surgery) thought

hell. yes. bonus points. I’m double over a hyena now.

is it culturally appropriative of African culture to pick an African native animal as my fursona? …nope. no it’s not. shut up fuck you do not pass go don’t touch my inbox. :)

[petrenocka]

Had such a dream. And I remember all the details for now too.

So, in my dream, there was this World of Warcraft update that added potentially infinite 1+ player dungeons tha¹t were just a corridor with some mobs to kill.

I knew I was playing as my vulpera death knight, but I was for some reason I was in first person, playing with my actual irl body, like a vr game. I fail to form a party so I decide to solo it.

I got a cave themed corridor (they are randomly generated) that so dark, you can barely see most of the things. And in like 3rd room a real mouse squeaking jumpscares me so hard my ear started hurting.

I go out the dungeon and to a connected room, that I didn't notice while I was sleeping but now know that it was my house's living room, where distant shadow figures, who I know are the devs ,are just chilling. I report the real mouse in their game, a talk with no actual words are exchanged happens, you know how it is in dreams, and a female deg is assigned to help me.

She appears just like a normal irl human, jeans black shirt and long black hair. But for some reason she is giant. Like, has to fully crouch to fit into the room big. I am still the size of a vulpera.

We go into the dungeon, she barely fits, the mouse slips past us, she does notice but does withe when I tell her and we chase it. It is revealed to be skme kind of fucked up elongated orange rabbit thing. It runs into my sister's room, the dev keeps not seeing it like it is invisible to her.

Then, a tumbr dash of memes by other players complaining about mise and weird cat puzzles scrolls down. I remember one dream in particular, it was a photo of some kid in a blue shirt covering his face with his hands like he was crying in the middle of a roofless barn with walls completely covered in black and white asses of cats stock in them.

I think "what kind of brain damage do I have that I dreamed of a tumblr dash" and wake up. My ear hurts irl for some reason.

#long post #once i dreamt #world of warcraft

[iruthomlogs]

Eekhi bio

Eekhi is a female Vulpera death knight whose was raised by the Lich King after the Fourth War.

#world of warcraft oc #vulpera

[thetantiger]

Quick Bio: Nariko

Race: Vulpera Class: Shaman Specialization: Enhancement Pronouns: She/Her

Nariko, formerly known as Pyra, is a red-furred, blue-eyed female Vulpera with a knack for lightning magic. She has a bright flash of fur shaped like a diamond on her forehead, as well as the same pigment around her eyes and on her muzzle. She has dark, almost black spots all along her fur and on the ends of her ears. Her electric magic is a result of lightning power stolen from the Sethrak, in order to free herself of her jailor and abuser, Rethalan, who had given her the name Pyra in the first place. Now with a changed name and a deep love for adventure, Nariko seeks to give back to the group that had helped her with Rethalan, the Warblade Clan, and journey through Azeroth alongside her partner, Vajeetah.

Links: Nariko body ref

#world of warcraft #wow oc #quick bios

[thesmilegiver]

I keep saying I'll make a comeback here and then die off the face of the earth.

For that, I do apologize. I do plan to come back here, just my activity used to be more high on twitter before Elon decided to fuck it up pretty much beyond repair. I'm also trying to get a blue sky (is that what is?) invite or waiting on the wait list that will never send me an email like it says it will to just about anyone trying to get in.

I'm still playing wow frequently so you'll see me in game, usually in the mornings after work, or on my days off. I finally managed to unlock the Vulpera (had them for a bit now), Zandalari Trolls, Kul Tirans and Nightborne. (The last three I unlocked all in one day. I was on a mission haha!). But I was able to make myself in game, which made me super happy. The Kultiran females are something I click with heavily.

Outside that things have just been kind of a challenge mentally for me lately. I'm trying to get back into things I love and draw and rp more again. Things caught up with me the last few weeks to month and had dragged me down after I had already been down for months prior. So I'm trying hard to improve on myself again to get back to where I want to be.

I'm not unhappy with my job. If anything I adore the hours and I want to stay where I'm at. Just as many places, as I'm sure many of you struggle with this same thing, management can be a bit...lacking in more then one way.

But yeah, things aren't too bad right now. I just gotta get myself back on my feet and get things going. ^^

I do plan to start posting here more frequently and will start to stray away from twitter or x or whatever the fuck its called.

If and when I have mature or adult themed artworks, I may just post them to my Ko-fi.

Thanks for those who have stuck around all this time. I truly appreciate you all, and look forward to posting again and being active once more.

#thesmilegiver #real life update post #update

[chiefatticcreator]

The vulpera girl were about to snap at him, probably going to curse at him but the quick motion to push her down and take in his canine cock. The short female used like a slave already, this was going to be a tough time being a prisoner here.

Genn sighed in pleasure, greatly enjoying having her impaled on his cock as he used her like a fleshlight.

"I like that one's body." Genn groaned.

#genn greymane #world of warcraft

[sekhisadventures]

Brightflame, Dim Memories

Valdrakken

Grimo scowled, sucking down a cigar as he walked through the city with two other members of Savage United. “So now she’s back AND she’s got a godsdamn dragon on her side?! Fuckin' fel that damn worgen keeps gettin' worse…” he snarled, flicking away the butt of the cigar as he finished and exhaling a cloud of foul smelling smoke that made the nose of one of his companions wrinkle up.

Sekhi was with him, the shamaness’ eyes watering at the awful stench of the cigar, but she didn’t want to say anything. Grimo’s song sounded exceptionally angry and scared right now, and she was afraid of setting the goblin off.

Their other companion had no issues with this, but then Grimo only came up to her knees. “Yeah, Mola’raum said that she almost got them from above when they found a village of gnolls that had been wiped out, likely by her. Jaie was with them and she and Mola are pretty sure that the wounds were inflicted by an axe… so we both know who that means.” replied Nitika, the goblin nodding as they thought of Az'arad and his penchant for such weapons. Dissonantia rarely did the dirty work herself, she was a demon summoner first and foremost which meant the actual killing was likely her minions and she harvested the souls as they finished them off.

“Great, well if nothin’ else that means we got a chance to finish what I’m workin’ on. If you guys see a demon, get somethin’ off ‘em. A tooth, a claw, a horn, ANYTHING. Sooner we got that, sooner I can finish it, miniaturize it, and make it portable. Then we got ‘em.” he nodded as the trio wandered past a stage set up in the city center.

“MY FELLOW DRAGONS!” came an excited sounding voice from the stage. A female goblin was standing on it wearing a shiny gold double-breasted suit over her small frame, along with a big pair of sunglasses decorated in rhinestones. She had a string of pearls around her neck and her fingers had enough gem-studded rings to qualify as fist weapons. “Today is your lucky day! My name is the Very Reverend Jezzi Fizcrank and I’m here to tell you the good news about Gold! That’s right, not gods, GOLD! Gold is the source of all happiness in Azeroth, don’t let anyone tell ya otherwise and, for a small small donation to my mission, I can show you all the secret path to everlasting happiness with GOLD! Step right up here and don’t be shy!” she called out as behind her a small choir of goblins sang a rather upbeat song about giving up your worldly possessions to earn more worldly possessions.

“Ugh… freakin’ Fizzcrank is here too… just what I fuckin’ wanted to see…” growled Grimo as they passed, very pointedly looking away from the stage as a few curious Dracthyr walked closer, one of them mentioning that he did like the idea of a nice hoard.

Sekhi looked at him curiously, “Um, ya know her?” asked the Vulpera, her ears flicking. The song was very catchy, but she could tell that like the woman’s suit while it held the appearance of gold it was very much not what it seemed.

“Yeah, little shit is one of the biggest con artists in all of Bilgewater Harbor. She ‘n her freakin’ cult lure in suckers year round ‘n bilk ‘em outta everything they got with th’ promise that donatin’ to her is gonna make ‘em rich.”

Nitika rolled her eyes at his words. She was a ‘priestess’ of sorts herself and Jezzi’s rather energetic sermon did annoy her a bit, but she wasn’t gullible enough to fall for it. “You’re just jealous she has more money than you Grimo.” she smirked down at him.

Grimo snarled and threw up his hands, “SHE’S SELLIN’ SNAKE OIL WITH NO SNAKES OR OIL! HOW TH' FUCK DOES SHE PULL THAT OFF?!” he barked, then fished out a fresh cigar and bit the tip off it, spitting it into the distance as he lit it while letting out a string of curses under his breath.

Sekhi giggled, a small chittering sound in her case, then she slowed as the other two kept going through the city. The vulpera’s ears perked, picking up faint traces of a person’s song reaching her. “Hm?” she yipped softly, looking over her shoulder, then padding off through the city as she followed the sounds.

Her feet carried her through the craftsman’s quarter, around past the bridge to the nursery set up for dragon whelps, and up some stairs until she found it’s source seated on a bench in the Obisidan Enclave. “Oh! Its ya again!” she said cheerfully as the bench’s occupant looked up at her.

Laura Brightflame was seated there, the dracthyr currently in her humanoid guise with her staff resting across her lap. “Oh hello, Sekhi right?” she asked. She had been lost in thought and hadn’t even noticed the vulpera at first.

“Yup!” she yipped cheerfully, “Ya okay? Your song sounded really sad… I could hear it all th' way up from infront of th' big tower…” she asked, cocking her head at the evoker.

“I… do not know…” she sighed, shaking her head, “The others are coping well enough, mostly… but… I cannot remember anything of what happened to us. What we were before we were sealed away. Just fragments and flashes. Nothing more.” she frowned. “I feel… I feel like I forgot something important, very very important… but I cannot recall what.”

Sekhi nodded, sitting on the bench next to her as her feet dangled off the edge. “Hmm… yeah I heard some of th' Dracthyr talkin’ bout that back in Orgrimmar. Guess ya guys were sleepin’ for a really really really long time huh?” she asked.

“… twenty thousand years, yes.” replied Laura. Her mind still reeled at all that had happened during their imprisonment. The fall of the Burning Legion, the defeat of the Old Gods, the arrival of the Orcish Horde… even the Sundering itself! They were imprisoned ten thousand years before the War of the Ancients ever happened!

Sekhi nodded, “That’s a yippin’ long nap, yup…” she replied, “You really can’t remember anything at all?” she asked.

Laura sighed, taking a deep breath, and closed her eyes. “There was… a battle, against a terrible foe. We were an army, under the command of Neltharion. Then… something terrible happened. Something broke, and we broke with it…” she rubbed at her temples, trying to pull on the small fragments of memory she had. “I… remember terror… the sound of thunder… my wingmates scattering in fear… flashes of… lightning… then… Neltharion did something… and…” she sighed, her shoulders sagging. “Nothing. The rest is just… it is like trying to remember a dream.”

 Sekhi’s ears drooped, the vulpera hearing the dracthyr’s song in her mind. A morose lament of loss and despair. “Um… yeah, wow…” she thought on that, then the flames in a nearby brazier caught in the wind and she heard a faint voice in her ears, a guitar mixed with a flute, and her ears caught the voice of the elements.

“I… might be able to help, but I’ll need to get some stuffs. Can ya, um, can ya meet me…” she looked around, “Um… over there, th' cliffside near that waterfall there, in about a day or so?” she asked.

Laura turned to face her, “Help? How?” she asked, looking confused.

“Well, Imma shaman… not like those Primalist jerks, but a proper shaman! I know some stuffs 'bout magic ‘n spirits ‘n stuffs!” she nodded with a little foxy grin, her tail swishing. “I gotta get some help settin’ up… but I think I can do somethin’!”

The next evening…

Laura flew over the cliffside in her dracthyr form, her wings spread out behind her. The vulpera seemed so certain she could help, but could she really? She was desperate though, she needed help from someone, and Sekhi was willing.

When she landed there were three others there besides Sekhi. A human man stood nearby, wearing elegant robes in a pandaren design and taking notes in a book he had with him using a sharpened charcoal stick. Also there was an orcish woman, but one of the red-skinned variety. She thinks that she heard them called ‘mag’har’ or something, though she didn’t know what the word meant.

Lastly, that tauren woman she’d seen on the boat to the Isles.

In the middle of them all was a large iron brazier with the vulpera fussing over the contents. “Okay… soooo… I swapped out th' dreamfoil from last time with some bubble poppy… ‘n th' branches are from local trees instead'a Mount Hyjal. Th' sand is some I scooped up from th' beach up north. But yeah, should do it… at least I think that’s what th' elements said would work…” she chittered as the mage’s charcoal scratched it’s way along the parchment.

“Interesting interesting…” he muttered. “I swear I’ve learned more about shamanistic rituals from you than most anyone else I’ve known.” he chuckled to her, looking up as Laura landed and resumed her visage form. “Ah, this must be the one you mentioned.” he said, tucking the charcoal and book away in his pouch and walking over. “Nelen Fullmoon of Gilneas, a pleasure.” he nodded to her. “I’m here to observe Sekhi’s ritual on behalf of the Kirin Tor. We’re always eager to see new forms of magic in use.”

Laura nodded to him, “You may call me Laura Brightflame.” she replied, looking somewhat nervous at the assembled group.

“Yeah I know you. You saved my ass when those Primalists came after the camp.” grinned the orc. “I owe ya. Name’s Galdia Grimaxe, you need someone to watch your back just yell.”

Laura nodded, letting out a nervous chuckle. She remembered Galdia from the boat ride over too… and how much damage she’d caused when the alcohol ran out.

“Alright!” yipped Sekhi, “I think we’re ready… so… Laura. Ya need to sit next to th' thingy…” she gestured to the brazier, “'n I’ll light it ‘n start playing my flute. Ya breathe a bit of th' smoke from it, then just try to think back… 'n if it works you should… well… remember somethin’… I hope.” she nodded. It was a variant of what she’d tried in the Shadowlands, but she also remembered how that one had gone awry as well.

Laura nodded, seating herself next to the brazier as the others scooted away. Nitika stood nearby, ready just in case. She had elected to come with Galdia for one very specific reason: if the ritual went badly wrong they would have an angry or panicked Dracthyr on their hands and in terms of sheer physical prowess they were the strongest of their allies. They would try not to hurt her, but their strength may be needed to restrain her.

“Okay!” yipped Sekhi, sitting down opposite Laura on the far side of the brazier. “Just… take a breath, listen, 'n let your thoughts do their thing.” she nodded, clicking her claws together as a spark flew from them to the mix in the bowl, which caught and soon began to smolder.

Sekhi put her flute to her muzzle, then began to play a soft gentle tune as she closed her eyes. After a moment she opened one, then glanced meaningfully between Laura and the bowl.

The dracthyr hesitated, then nodded and leaned in, taking a breath and coughing just a bit from the smoke.

For a long moment, nothing happened at all… then slowly Laura began to feel strangely detatched, as if the world around her was fading away.

“What… is happening…” she muttered, “I feel…” she began, her voice trailing off as her eyes drifted shut.

She thought she heard someone calling her name, her true name, over and over…

Then her eyes flew open, but she was in her true form once more, and all around her was chaos.

“LAURELGOSA! THE RELIC IS DESTROYED! WE HAVE TO GO, NOW!” cried another dracthyr, shaking her frantically. They had crimson scales and were wearing hooded robes.

There were dracthyr everywhere, some wounded, others dead, most of them in states of panic, and above them the sky exploded with lightning.

“DEATH TO THE SLAVES OF THE TITANS! DEATH TO THE DEFILERS OF AZEROTH!” roared a furious voice above them as Laurelgosa’s head snapped upwards.

Above them was a massive protodrake with violet scales, it’s body crackling with electricity as it unleashed a blast of elemental fury at the ground before it. A bolt of lightning so huge it was more akin to a laser cannon than a simple storm strike.

“Raszageth…” she whispered, her eyes wide. That’s right, they were fighting the Incarnates when it all went wrong.

“Laurelgosa! Focus!” shouted the other dracthyr. “Raszageth destroyed the Oathbinder! We must gather the others and escape while we can!”

“Oathbinder? I… I don't…” she stammered out, her eyes wide.

“Damn it all! You're still in shock from the control breaking! I will explain all later, but now we must…” the dracthyr snarled, then suddenly looked up as the sound of thunder rolled, “She's coming back! Laurelgosa! LOOK OUT!” they shouted, spreading their wings and flapping as hard as they could, shoving her away from them.

Laurelgosa let out a loud cry, flying backwards as the dracthyr flew away the other direction… and then came the lightning. She felt her chest catch as she saw a beam of energy slam down into the ground inches from where the crimson dracthyr was, hearing a scream of agony.

She ran forward as the beam dissipated, Raszageth flying into the air and cackling above her at the chaos spreading below, and saw the crimson scaled dracthyr laying in a pool of blood. Raszageth’s breath had shattered the ground around them, sending rock flying everywhere, and it had shredded their wings and scales. The extreme heat of her breath had scorched what wasn’t bleeding, one of their eyes was gone entirely.

“Laurelgosa…” they gasped, reaching out a clawed hand. “Leave me… run from here… don’t… let them…” they whispered hoarsely.

Laurelgosa’s eyes widened, but the crimson dracthyr suddenly coughed. a horrible wet sound, and Laurelgosa saw a jagged shard of rock protruding from their chest. Their arm fell to the ground, the light going out in their remaining eye.

“Jakrostrasz!” she gasped, thrusting her hand out infront of her, then yelping and pulling it back, stuffing her thumb in her mouth as she burned it on the brazier as the others cried out in alarm. Sekhi dropped her flute in her lap in shock as Nitika winced in sympathy to the burn, Galdia snorting a bit and standing ready to grab the dracthyr if needed.

“AUGH!” gasped Laura, shaking her hand and looking around. She was back in the present now, or had she ever truly left? She couldn’t tell.

“I… I remember…” she whispered, “We fought..." she hesitated, the Horde and Alliance were keeping the truth behind the leaders of the Primalists secret to avoid causing panic among their populace, "... a deadly enemy twenty thousand years ago. I was in shock, something had broken and… it had freed me from… something? I…” she shuddered, remembering the dracthyr’s face, “I… saw my clutchmate die right infront of me. He was wounded, but I could not think clearly… and… I could not save them.” she whispered, staring at the burn mark already swelling on their thumb.

Nelen had his notebook out, the charcoal stick moving like a blur. “Astounding… so the dracthyr were sealed following a battle with a major foe, but what was that about being ‘freed?’” he asked, looking up at her.

She shook her head, “I cannot recall… my clutchmate, Jakrostrasz, seemed to know what had happened. I just remember…” she screwed up her eyes, “A feeling of… order, perfection, we were all united somehow… then the battle came and…” she hesitated, trying to hold onto the memories, “He said something about a relic being broken. I can recall no more.” she shook her head, looking to the brazier… perhaps another breath.

Sekhi yipped, then shook her head, “NO! I mean, no… it ain't safe to do it again so soon! Th' elements are telling that’s really dangerous, like ya could get lost in your memories bad!” she insisted, slapping out a rhythm against her thigh with her hands. When she did a sudden miniature rainstorm appeared above the brasier, just long enough to extinguish the burning within. “We can try again maybe in a few weeks, but ya gotta wait.”

She nodded, “I see… then, I will wait.” she replied, rubbing at the blister on her thumb with her fingertip. Inside however she wanted to dive back in right away. Jakostrasz had been trying to tell her something before he died, but what? What was he talking about when he said ‘freed?’ Freed from what?

Would she ever know the answer now?

Next Story

Previous Story

#adventures in azeroth #warcraft fanfiction #warcraft roleplay #dragonflight #world of warcraft

[ansu-gurleht]

so i’m going to use my df preorder level boost on a warlock i think. i just haven’t decided on what race yet. i think it’s between male troll, female undead, or female vulpera. or maybe a nightborne if i can be bothered to unlock them by then but probably not

#wow talk

[greysbikes]

Legion crazed mage drops dalaran

Bad Boss: You're occasionally sent to execute your own soldiers for failing, such as killing captives taken by the Scarlet Onslaught in Dragonblight.Badass Long Robe: For casters most of the times.Badass Crew: When you team up for a dungeon or a raid.Badass Cape: Most of the capes in end game are elaborately woven and are often knee-length.Any guild that specializes in high performance/professional PVP or PVE and delivers can qualify.Armies of Legionfall, a coalition formed by members of all the class orders.Badass Adorable: Playing as a Vulpera, a female Gnome, or a female Pandaren is the easiest path to this.Back-to-Back Badasses: When two of you team up.Their methods might be dubious, but the ends - to the Kyrian - justify the means. Notably, a quest in Bastion reveals that the reason the Kyrian * the spirit healers keep telling you that 'it's not your time' is because the player characters fight the good fight and are able and willing to continue fighting against foes who would upset the balance between life and death.He notes that they had an immortal soul, just like his. This point is noted by Illidan during the Demon Hunter starting experience if the player commits suicide to open a portal.Back from the Dead: Which is one of the reasons why the players could overcome anything: THEY.Furthermore Warchief Sylvanas includes the Speaker of the Horde (you) in a meeting with the other leaders of the Horde. In Battle for Azeroth you represent your entire faction as you work to recruit the Zandalari and the Kul Tirans into the Horde and Alliance respectively.Because of this, most of the neutral class factions cut ties with the major factions and because of your legacy and credentials, they all unanimously agree that you should be the one in charge, making you the de-facto leader of your entire class. Whatever forces remain decide to fight each other instead of the Legion to the point of lethal stupidity. In Legion, the Alliance and Horde get wrecked by the Burning Legion.After the garrison is completely upgraded, you're promoted to the rank of General. And then in Warlords of Draenor, you're made Commander of a garrison in Draenor.It was even more so before when to gain the highest ranks you had to have the largest amount of honor at the end of a week, and then you had to keep killing just so you could keep it. Asskicking Equals Authority: Through the PvP system, you can gain ranks from Private to Grand Marshal in the Alliance and Grunt to High Warlord in the Horde, depending on your number of victories in Rated Battlegrounds.After Cataclysm, they began to gain more importance to the point of being considered the greatest saviors of Azeroth. Ascended Extra: Despite being the player characters, the role of the adventurers were limited to being simply Elite Mooks and had no real importance.Ambadassador: You are the representation of your nation and your homeland in Azeroth.The Alleged Boss: In Legion, technically they are the heads of their respective classes, they are still sent on missions that should be done by subordinates.Individual media: Warcraft III Heroes | Film characters | Hearthstone characters | Warcraft characters in Heroes of the Storm ( Assassins - Warriors - Support) Other factions: The Old Horde/Iron Horde | The Scourge | Sylvanas and her followers | Knights of the Ebon Blade | Illidan and his followers | Garrosh's Horde | Pandaria | Other mortals | The Void (The Old Gods) | The Light | Eternals | Shadowlands (Death) | The Titans (Arcane) | The Burning Legion (Fel) | The Dragonflights | Wild Gods The Horde: Orgrimmar (Orcs) - The Darkspear Tribe (Trolls) - Thunder Bluff (Tauren) - The Forsaken (Undead) - Quel'Thalas (Blood Elves) - Bilgewater Cartel (Goblins) - Huojin (Pandaren) - Thunder Totem (Highmountain Tauren) - Suramar (Nightborne) - Zandalari Empire (Zandalar Trolls) - Voldunai (Vulpera) - Other (non-playable races) The Alliance: Stormwind (Humans) - Lordaeron (Humans) - Gilneas (Humans/Worgen) - Kul Tiras (Humans) - Other Human Kingdoms - Ironforge (Dwarven Clans) - Gnomeregan (Gnomes) - Quel'Thalas/Telogrus Rift (High Elves and Void Elves) - Darnassus (Night Elves) - The Exodar (Draenei) - Tushui (Pandaren) - Vindicaar (Lightforged Draenei) - Mechagon (Mechagnomes)

#Legion crazed mage drops dalaran

[wyrmguardsecrets]

I find it odd that every conversation I've had in the past few days with female vulpera inevitably get interrupted by a growth pot vulp guy that then offers them one of his houses or an apartment. I also find it odd that a couple of them have mentioned that growth pot vulp is casually mentioning it's ok if they want to become one of his wives.

[nissa-traveler]

Sketch commissions for Yoro Ryni :3 (VK)

#Commissions #Warcraft #World of warcraft #vulpera #battle for azeroth #wow bfa #Worgen #worgen female #Vulpera female #character design #sketch #concept art #Dragonart #Anthro #anthro art

[teallinum]

for Xy'Pex Zukira

♥ [commission info] ♥ [stream headshot commissions] ♥

[patreon] [twitter] [picarto] [discord server]

#digital art #artists on tumblr #wow #World of Warcraft #oc #original character #vulpera #female #world of warcraft artists

[wishfaux]

DWC2021-3 - Romance/Compromised.

- [ Music ] -

Orgrimmar.

That is where Kou had met him. Had met them.

Ker and Kujiro were oddities to the blind fox and Kou found them strange but endearing. He had found himself liking both for vast differences of reasons, but his first had been Ker. “The Boys”, as Kou always referred to them, was a loving pet name, one that he still used even now. While their adventures had brought them all closer together, it wasn’t all that long ago that they were fighting just to spend a bit of time together.

It was a morning that Kujiro had left the camp early with intentions to spend the day with Ainkai, leaving Ker and Kou to remain curled up together in the endless sea of pillows. Though Kou awoke before Ker, who had surprisingly slept in, the blind fox cuddled a bit closer to the ruffian, one arm wrapped around the monochrome todd to hug on and let his mind wander.

The Jade Forest… That is where it had begun. Kou’s first performance had him nerve-wracked and anxious, no matter how calm and collected he pretended to be. It had gone well but it had left Kou exhausted from the illusionary magic he used in his storytelling - Ker had offered to stay with him. It was a moment just light this, both curled up together and finally alone… For once, uninterrupted. It was romantic falling asleep in a place that the kitsune finally felt safe in, away from the mercenary company he had traveled with, away from the chaos of his Tower or journey to go home. It was the first time he’d felt peace.

That was, until morning.

“Hello? Anyone in there?” A familiar voice sounded out, disturbing the two from their whispered sweet nothings and near first kiss, pausing them completely. They had been so close to a confession of feelings and a mutual acquaintance had invited himself in to join…. Only to take Ker away once another random Vulpera invaded the tent as if she lived there.

What was even going on?

When Ker returned, he saw the female Vulpera sitting upon Kou, nuzzling in an attempt to sway him to bed her. The worst timing of it all had been that Kou had snagged her sides with the intent of pushing her off him, rendering a visually compromising position. Breakfast was ruined, the morning ruined and both tods were silently stewing in jealousy and frustration.

It had begun to rain.

How fitting, Kou thought.

Ker was the first to leave in a huff, unsure why he felt so threatened, trudging through the rain and away from Kou and the woman. The blind fox, having lost love before, felt no need to hesitate and do such again. Pushing the female out, he wished her a good life and ran after his Knight.

“Wait--!” Kou looked around to listen, the rain drowned out his sense of smell and hearing, leaving the white fox vulnerable and in the middle of the road. “Cur! Wait!” How dare something beautiful that had begun to bloom could have possibly been ruined so quickly. How such would stain the cloth fabric for a while to come…

“Mm… What ya daydreamin’ on?” Ker’s voice was groggy as he rolled to curl his arms around Kou, hugging the small Vulpera closer to his chest. It had pulled Kou from his aimless gaze and mind wandering through the past.

“Kissing you in the rain,” Kou mused sweetly, letting his eyes close to nestle into the warmth.

“Ya? Was a good kiss, heheh...”

“One of the best, yes yes.”

@daily-writing-challenge

#DWC2021 #DWC 3 #WowKou #Kujiro #Cur