Month: March 2013

kaelthas-dickrider:

lok’tar ogar
lok’tar ogre

i should draw blood elves

or finish the blood elves i was drawing earlier ]

valaaia:

Thump Thump Thump.
One foot in front of the other, a steady rhythm. An axe hung on his back, shaking in its bonds. He felt their blood flow into the darkened earth, their dreadful gazes pinned his thoughts unto murder.  

Thump Thump Thump.
Up an endless number of steps, coated in red, red, darkest red. Crushing his hands through fragile bodies, Horde and Alliance alike, he stumbled through the grand doors. Slick, grayed out marble beneath his step, Garrosh heaved an unnecessary breath. Sucking the life from a ghoul, making his way towards the other end of the hall.

Thump Thump Thump.
Dark and dull hair framing a scarred, grayish face. A vicious snarl, wolf-like, hands gripping tight a two-hander. A challenge, as old as their acquaintance.

Thump Thump Thump.
Axe against blade, screeching raw fury. A tiny ghoul intercepts, carrying the visage of a boy.
He soaks his weapon in blonde hair, and fights the father once more. Varian.

Thump Thump Thump.
The wings of Val’kyr rustle and beat beneath the high ceiling, their voices a dripping cacophony of hatred.  VARIAN.

Garrosh…

With a hellish shout, the Mag’har awoke beneath tangled furs. 

kiango:

valaaia:

The screams seemed never-ending, filling the rotten Stormwind air. Good thing I no longer need to breathe.
A sinister smile carved itself into his deadened face.
“Anduin, this way. Let us visit the Cathedral.” The shambling rest of what used to be his son turned its lopsided face sideways, then hobbled slowly forward.
Varian called the other undead to him and followed, a Val’kyr flying overhead.

The priests never stood a chance against the swarm overwhelming their few numbers easily. A few ghouls burned their feet when eagerly running ahead into the grand building, but were the only true casualties.
Death and decay ensured no other victims of holy magic and allowed the king to advance into the cathedral with further hindrances. He went and sat upon the altar, his own powers staining the white marble a horrendous grey.
“We should make haste and take the rest of the city while no one opposes us.”
“Oh, go away. Return to Sylvanas and let her know that she has nothing to worry about. The other leaders will take some time to discuss strategy, leaving us enough to conclude business.”
The Val’kyr beat her wings in frustration. “My queen asked me to stay with you, and so I shall.”
“Then I will hear no more from you.” His hand found Anduin’s head, lovingly patting the few blonde strands left.

NO

IN THE END, YOU WILL ALL SERVE ME

kiango:

we did it kids i got to 90

time for dailies!