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A midjourney dream
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1000 Picspams Challenge | #59 - Skaði
a wolf and a girl are one and the same; when lonely one cries to the moon, the other to the sky
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Glass Spiders by miniatureglass on Etsy
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My piece for the @monoceroszine project! Was a pleasure to work along side some amazing artists and writers! 
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For Aellais ( @deadreasoning)​
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We're surfing in the air We're swimming in the frozen sky We're drifting over icy Mountains floating by
Suddenly swooping low on an ocean deep Rousing up a mighty monster from its sleep
(Thank you, @lordsilverfrost !)
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Colors | ( by Dylan Kato )
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Dead Horse by Rostyslav Zagornov
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By MariaPetrova
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“The word “lost” comes from the Old Norse los, meaning the disbanding of an army, and this origin suggests soldiers falling out of formation to go home, a truce with the wide world. I worry now that many people never disband their armies, never go beyond what they know.”
— Rebecca Solnit, from “Open Door”, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
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“War ate a girl and spat out a woman.”
— Excerpt from Myth Untold // L.H.Z (via lhzthepoet)
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Art by @nineprotons The basics Name: Aellais Birth Name: Aellais Windsworn Age: ~150ish Race: Undead Blood Elf Gender: Female Sexuality: presently asexual and mostly aromantic Marital Status: Widowed. Family: deceased parents and husband, fellow undead sister Physical Appearance: Hair: bone white and on the brittle side Eyes: Blue Height: 5'11" Build: compact and light, a jockey's build Personal Profession: Ebon Blade Gryphon Rider (former Dragonhawk Rider) Hobbies: spider husbandry Languages: Thalassian, Orcish, Common, Dwarvish Residence: Reclaimed vrykul hunting lodge in Howling Fjord, rarely lives in it Birthplace: An estate in the portion of Eversong that is now the Ghostlands Fears: becoming a mindless undead personality traits awkward as hell around people, maybe a little unintentionally creepy about it. Fiercely loyal to people she considers her friends. background Aellais fought in the Second War as a Dragonhawk Rider - it was a way to improve her social prospects and make something of herself. Otherwise, she might have just gone down the same career path as her father, the stablemaster on a noble estate, and never traveled beyond the estate's confines. She wasn't quite prepared for the true horrors of battle, but found friends and a calling and a romantic partnership that helped her adjust to some reasonably stable life between the wars. The Scourge Invasion shattered all of that to pieces. With little to nothing left, she was a good candidate to follow Kael'thas' forces. She flew with a Sunfury battalion through Northrend and Outland and Quel'danas. It was on the island that her unit surrended to Silvermoon's forces after being decimated. They began the process of re-integration, but it didn't always come easily. To this day, she suspects politics as play for the scouting mission she and some of her squadron were sent on across the border in the Plaguelands. The one that ultimately killed her. She was raised in the meat grinder that was Acherus, and doesn't recall too much of what came afterwards until she found herself in Light's Hope, a pair of runeblades in her hands and holy ground burning the bottons of her boots. She deployed with the Ebon Blade to Northrend and spent most of the war flying in Icecrown. She remained there for some time after the Lich King's defeat, helping maintain structures and bases in case they were ever needed again. She spent some time working with the Horde as well, even if she never felt like she found a home there (too distrustful of Silvermoon's orders, not quite able to blend in among the Forsaken) Lately, she's started to question her place in the world. Things that happened during the Broken Shore campaign (The Lich King's return? Raising and training new death knights to fight the Legion?) have made her a little uncomfortable of the Ebon Blade's leadership, and she's begin to seek assignments further afield to distance herself from it as much as she can.
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Send “🗡” to ask my muse about one of their scars.
(If you cannot see the emoji send “Scar”)
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