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Acrona in Feralas
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meowdy
#saber#tiger#nightsaber#cat#not canon to her obviously because she's a punch gal but i wanted to draw a bright ass purple cat
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Elphina Starfeather (with birth name Ellynina Shadowsong and daughter of Maiev Shadowsong)
I decided to remake my older artwork of her, which I made two years ago. (^ ω ^) 💗
(↓ Credits and Older Version under Keep reading)
Programs: WoW.Export, Blender, XNALara & Fire Alpaca
Warcraft © Blizzard
Elphina Starfeather © Me (TamiIsntHere)
Night Elf Model © Mailer (Steam) Note: I just edited textures and and connected the meshes together.
Bow © Maxdemon6 (DeviantArt)
Nightsaber and Falcon models © Blizzard Note: I just exported model thanks to WoW.Export.
2021 Version:
Older Female Night Elf Model © dawadd (DeviantArt)
Older Nightsaber model © Jorn-K-Nightmane (DeviantArt)
Bonus:
Family Reunion! 💕 (slightly older screenshot, it was before I gave her a different set)
#now i'm editing my night elf OCs models and i'm enjoying it :3#later I probably will do their backstories but my laziness and shyness is overwhelming#tamiisnthere's artwork#World of Warcraft#Warcraft#wow#Elphina Starfeather#oc#original character#night elf#kaldorei#huntress#nightsaber
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The Song of Nagrand
Time flies by and the little army of felines born to sentinel Xenia's frostsaber Stormpaw has grown up to become an army of fang and claw wielding fluffy bandits. They have been slowly adopted out to other sentinels and Brigade members who bonded with the little rascals and took over caring for them. Number 12, the only nightsaber in the entire gigantic litter has bonded with none other than Deuce, who has been guarding the hospital near the spot where Xenia and Stormpaw raised the kittens.
Now named Sooty, this long tailed nightsaber follows Deuce on their adventures through Outland, learning the tricks of the trade and songs of distant places. What does the future hold for our pair of intrepid heroes? Only time will tell!
I have finished this piece as a Christmas present for astralfox0893 and had a lot of fun trying out a new style and painting this adorable little critter. I hope you like the final outcome.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.
#warcraft#world of warcraft#fantasy#digital#digital art#warcraft art#gaming#digital painting#wow#oc#cat#feline#tiger#nightsaber#kitten#cub
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[OLD ART] 🌿
Making a separate post of this one because... I have to redraw this at some point, It’s old and I still love the vibe and the relaxing atmosphere of this one. I need the mental peace of this scene.
Again, featuring my balance druid Nathras. He started the path of the feral druid before finding his “own way”. So, being a wild druid in training aside, he took the responsability of raising six nightsaber/frostsaber cubs while training in the path of the feral druid. Quick nap between herbalism study and step-dad shenanigans.
The smaller one, black coat, it’s his actual animal companion, Ashen’dral
#warcraft#world of wacraft#druid#wow druid#night elf#nelf#night elf druid#warcraft oc#warcraft character#wow character#wow#kaldorei#nightsaber#my art#redsinistra art#redsinistra#warcraft art#feral druid
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This cat is S C R U N G L Y.
Old man Kolo for your viewing pleasure.
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Tyrande Whisperwind and Ash’alah by strix567
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me, excitely making the dragon isles wyrmhole generator: I will carelessly leap into the wormhole, because yukale is a daredevil!
Me:
Me:
Me: I'm afraid there has been a transporter accident
Wife: Oh god not again
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I feel like Diily would pull something like that with one of Wildheart’s cubs but Khadgar would decline for a myriad of reasons but is still very touched by the gesture. He knows how much these sabers mean to her.
She settles for happily watching as hers accept him as part of their pride
Maybe one day it could be their sabers tho-
Thinking about Khadgar interacting with her pets now and I’m melting. Not as much as she would be though.
#wow blogging#I’m in denial leave me alone#Ladelia is more impulsive too Diily would recognize khadgar wouldn’t know what to do with one#while Ladelia is like I love you here is my greatest gift to you#without considering that humans don’t know what to do with giant battle cats#and that might be a learning curve#for jaina#horses and nightsabers are..very different#Diily would probably still offer though#and khadgar is like that is…so sweet and it’s very cute but I do not know how to raise a giant saber toothed tiger
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biiiiiiiig stretch
#updated nightsaber models my beloved!!!!!#i wish there was a stripey one like her classic mount but this is the best we got. at least it has the lil purple saddle blanket#kestralis#screenshots#wowposting
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drawing for 12 year old me
[ID: a drawing of a night elf from World of Warcraft sitting in the grass with a nightsaber, petting it. they're sitting against a tree with big mushrooms growing around the roots.]
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Jaeriale Sabercrest
A sentinel through and through, Jaeriale makes her living by continuing to wander and patrol Darkshore alongside her loyal companion Santhir. She comes from a long line of nightsaber breeders and can often be found teaching cubs how to bond with a rider.
Art by my wonderful friend over on twitter; @Ironstorm_art
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First drawing of 2024!
A nightsaber spirit beast perched upon a stone. Is the stone just there for decoration or is it perhaps a grave?
#wow#wow art#worldofwarcraft#warcraft#warcraft art#spirit beast#fantasy#fantasy art#illustration#fanart#FaroraSF art#First art piece of 2024!
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An idea I've been playing with a lot recently has been of Kieran's eyes turning silver come Tyrande going night warrior. And it's been such a fun idea to work with especially for someone like him who tends to carve his own path rather than fit in with the crowds.
And so a little fic came about! I hope you all enjoy! <3
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Smoke poured from the burnt husk of Teldrassil, filling the sky and blocking out the stars. Though they were camped deep into Darkshore, the devastating sight was still clear to see. Kieran watched silently from where he rested, seated on the trunk of a fallen tree. Whether he was awaiting orders or an arrow through the throat, he wasn't sure at the moment, but the rest was welcome nonetheless. Seeing the tree in its current state caused guilt to gnaw at him, making him wonder if there had been more he could’ve done to stop it from happening in the first place.
Tearing his eyes from the tree he scanned the camp, watching the night elves ready weapons and blessings as they waited for their high priestess to finish preparations for a ceremony to drive the horde back. Guarded glances and glares shot his way made it clear that his presence was merely tolerated, and where he watched them they too watched him in return. He rubbed the crescent necklace he wore with his thumb before tucking it into the alliance tabard that kept the gathering army from loosing their arrows in his direction.
Glowing green eyes amongst a sea of silver.
A familiar head of white hair strode purposefully through the camp, accompanied by a squad of worgen and a handful of adventurers following close behind. Shey had been one of the few voices that had kept his head on his shoulders after stepping through the portal to Stormwind with his injured wife in his arms and his willingness to share what details of the Horde's movements in Darkshore and Ashenvale earned him a place amongst those seeking to push back. A place that he had been forced upon him before he had had the chance to offer his bow.
Shandris's approach pulled his attention away from his thoughts and the alliance commander. She jerked her head in the direction of the dais that was set up near a moonwell. "It's time. Commander Wrynn has brought some reinforcements, and Minn'do will be starting the ritual shortly." She watched him as he stood, her expression unreadable. The rage and grief that must’ve been warring inside her were carefully masked to keep those under her command focused. He couldn’t help but admire that strength.
Stretching a moment he nodded and strode forward heading to join the gathering as Tyrande turned her attention to those before her. He took no insult as Shandris kept a step behind him as they made their way, watching his back.
Finding a place at the edge of those gathered, Shandris stood beside him as Tyrande spoke, concern flashing across her face as the ritual progressed. The moon that was once full and bright now hung ominously in the sky, darkened by the grief of Elune's children. Energy flowed from the moon and the moonwell, washing over the people gathered, a blessing or a curse, a vow of vengeance and a call for war. Like the moon Tyrande's eyes darkened to black and as the ritual continued Kieran noted similar in some touched by the spell. While not every eye changed, all those who stood before the high priestess seemed invigorated, hearts steeled and ready for battle, even himself.
As one a roar rose up, a call to battle, and as the ritual completed Tyrande took up her own weapons and led her people out into the woods. He and Shandris watched them go, their role was to scout and eliminate any threat that might try and break the lines and to support the main force rather than rush in. Shandris pulled out a map, as they called for their mounts, reviewing their plans without meeting his gaze. Kieran patted the nightsaber as she approached, Nara leaning into his touch before he mounted and readied his bow. The nightsaber usually acted as his wife's mount but with the circumstances, they had both felt it best if she went along and Theron, Kieran's wolf, stayed with his wife and daughter. Loki came up beside them, leaning affectionately against his leg as he double-checked his arrows, as if sensing that his thoughts began to return to worrying about his family.
Once supplies and weapons were set, Kieran called over to Shandris that he was ready. She brought her mount to him, nodding before meeting his eyes. The look that flashed across her face wasn't what he expected, surprise. It was short-lived as it was quickly replaced by what he swore was a smug smile. Before he could comment she urged her mount forward and rushed ahead. He followed after only a moment of hesitation.
That she was meant to lead had been already planned, a night elf's vision suited the dark more than his own, but she left him with little chance to keep pace with her. Oddly he found he had little trouble navigating the forest and caught up to her quickly enough. The steely mask had returned, the mantle of general heavy in her posture, but as he approached he caught a smirk before she turned back to the forest and the pair made their way along their route.
Destruction was everywhere, corpses of Horde and Alliance passed as they made their way, ignoring paths that were clearly blocked and focusing on areas that could hide the enemy. Passing a broken-down shredder, Kieran caught a look at his reflection in the windshield. Glowing eyes of silver blinked back at him where once there had been green. The sight caused him to pause, certain it was a trick of the light he ignored it and continued on.
They encountered pockets of resistance, a gathering of forsaken that were picking through a fallen encampment, adventurers seeking to make a quick coin. A handful of orcs who had been in the process of packing up surrendered immediately, the curious looks he received from them as they told what they knew of the forces that they faced, as well as the locations of nearby camps in exchange for their freedom struck him as strange. Perhaps they recognized him, the now former Horde commander fighting alongside the Night Elven general, perhaps they thought him a prisoner, forced to fight his allies. Either way, once they had spilled all they knew they took their things and retreated before Shandris reconsidered her show of mercy. He had expected her to have executed them on the spot, but their disinclination to continue to fight alongside the horde’s forces that remained and the chance to gain information that could turn the tide of battle proved stronger than her desire for revenge. At the moment at least.
The din of battle echoed nearby, shouts of alarm up ahead as the enemy engaged. The smell of fire and smoke filled the area as the winds shifted. Shandris bit back a curse as she signaled for them to follow a path toward the remnants of Auberdine. The longer they took on their scouting the longer the general was from her high priestess’s side, and the more the worry became obvious on her face. The pair banked, heading to the beach, and signaled a pair of passing hippogryph riders.
As she spoke to them Kieran dismounted and made his way through the ruins. Bow in hand and arrow knocked, he picked his way through, both sabers following behind him similarly on edge. He doubted there would be more than a scout or two in the area but he could never be too careful. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary he made his way to the water, relaxing for a moment to look at his reflection. The looks from Shandris and the orcs, the reflection in the broken-down shredder, the quality of his night vision, it was all starting to feel less like a trick of the light.
He stood at the water’s edge, squatting down, and looked at the reflection on the rippling surface. The darkened moon hung overhead, feeling larger and more foreboding as time passed, and directly in front of him a pair of silver eyes watched him. Touching his face and watching the reflection mirror the movement, closing his eyes he took a deep breath and opened them again, the silver glow remained. It had been no trick of the light.
“Kieran,” Shandris spoke quietly as she strode up to him. Her voice was stern but calm, smooth, attempting to avoid startling him as he looked like a fool staring at himself in the ocean. He stood quickly, turning his attention fully on her and noting the twitch of a smile that appeared for a moment as she continued. “We’re to return to the main force and make our report.” He nodded and made his way to Nara. As he settled himself in the saddle she added in. “The color suits you.”
He turned to ask what she meant but she had already turned and made her way to her own mount before he could. Even still he knew what she was referring to, a blessing from the mourning Elune, silver eyes like the moon when it was full, like the eyes of his wife and her people. Now his people, and his new home.
#my writing#oc: kieran grimmarrow#warcraft#world of warcraft#shandris feathermoon#shey gets a mention because she is my alliance commander lol as is aulara since that's his wife but i'm not tagging either of them
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February Daily Writing Challenge Day 6 - Trauma
TW: Fire, destruction, burns, wounds, scared animals
It was unnerving, all that fighting happening directly across the water from their home. Garren could tell his grandparents were on edge, as were most of the inhabitants of Darnassus. They had been assured, however, that Darnassus was not the Horde’s target and that the fighting would remain in Darkshore and other Kaldorei territories in the mainland. Most of the civilians there had already been evacuated, and the Sentinels, Priestesses of the Moon, and the Druids of the Claw all poured out of the city to go offer their aid wherever needed. Some of the civilians left behind decided to leave until the war was over, but the majority stayed and rallied around each other, trying to keep spirits lifted. This too would pass.
Garren was tending to the frightened animals at his grandfather’s stables, doing his best to calm them with their favorite treats and soothing words. Between most everyone feeling some level of panic and the occasional distant sounds of war echoing its way across the water, the stabled animals knew something bad was happening and seemed restless.
“Shhhh, it’s okay girl.” Teenage Garren scratched behind the ear of one of his grandfather’s nightsabers. “Everything will be okay.”
It was at that moment a deafening *CRAAAAAAAAACK* of smashing wood, followed by ground shaking *WUMP* resounded throughout the entire area, causing the nightsaber to whip around and take off in panic, knocking Garren onto his back. It didn’t take him long to scramble up to his feet as some of the other animals broke free of their stables and made a break for it.
He ran outside to see what was happening, only to witness another few flaming boulders smash into nearby trees, splintering them into thousands of pieces before catching everything in their vicinity on fire. This was the Horde’s doing. He needed to get back home to his grandparents immediately, they would be so worried about him.
But instead, he stood still, frozen in shock as he watched in horror as the barrage of molten balls continued to destroy his beloved home and forest. It wasn’t until one slammed into another nearby tree that he startled out of his horrified state and immediately began to unlatch all the stable doors, whipping them open and allowing all the animals to flee. It was all he could do.
Sprinting through the city, he followed the familiar path home. The sounds of screams were impossible to ignore as everyone ran in different directions; it was mass chaos with no one knowing what to do other than to find their loved ones. Some of the elves were bent over motionless loved ones, others wandered around in confusion sporting various, gruesome wounds they didn't even seem to notice. It made him feel sick to his stomach, but he had to keep going.
Why would they do this?
He skidded to a halt as he rounded the corner of Tradesman Terrace, staring at the caved-in, blazing building that was once his home.
They were okay, they had to be okay.
He ran through the empty space where the door once stood without second thought, immediately holding arms up to protect his face from the roaring flames and heavy smoke. Broken beams blocked his way to the remainder of the house; surely they were there somewhere, tucked safely in the back room probably. He had to get to them. The fumes stung at his eyes and the heat was almost too unbearable, but the only thing he could think to do right now was to find his grandparents, at any cost.
He bent over and scooped his arms underneath a downed, flaming beam that was blocking his way. With a blood-curdling scream, he tried to lift it, causing other parts of what was left of the house to groan and creak in warning. He didn’t even notice the flames licking at his arms and searing his shirt to his chest; none of that mattered right now. He was determined that his grandparents were trapped back there and that he had to save them.
“Son, you have to leave, NOW!” A loud voice called out from behind him, that he completely ignored until a moment later when he was suddenly yanked away from the burning building and dragged outside literally kicking and screaming. “They are evacuating at the Temple of the Moon, you have to go right now.”
Garren looked up at the brown-haired Sin’dorei with hatred and tears in his trauma-filled eyes, immediately slamming both fists in anger against the man’s chest, “WHAT DID YOU DO?!”
Xanelen Deh’lorei caught the boy’s wrists, eyeing the burn wounds and his face with absolute heartbreak, “I am truly sorry.” That was not the face of a man that would fire bomb a city full of civilians. “But you have to go. Please.” Xanelen’s hands glowed a brilliant gold briefly before giving Garren a shove towards the Temple.
Whatever the healer had done gave him a little boost of energy after he thought he would pass out from the sudden scorching pain he felt in both his arms and his chest. He ran, stopping only to help others make their way to the Temple with him. His grandparents would be there, or on the other side of the portals. They made it out, he knew it in his heart.
@daily-writing-challenge
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