#Kryntora

[0l1v3juice]

Here’s a piece I did for @kryntora of the demon hunter babe herself, Kryntora!! I’m happy with how smooth and pretty the colors came out :D

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This time, Kryntora found @fel-temptation !!!!

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Some random Sims screenshots!

With @soralen-silverwing and @felwarden-ed : D

[unabashedrebel]

A Trip Down Memory Lane

Briefly describe some of the notable scars of your muse. We get it - the “interesting scar” is one of the most abused tropes of fandom - so have fun with it and embrace the cheese factor if you want!

{Vibe}

Kirollis Duskhaven’s (Including but not limited to) Scars:

Across his neck: “Okay so this one I got when I told this cute chick she had a nice rack. She pushed a dagger against my throat and I said something along the lines of ‘you wouldn’t kill a dude for a tit compliment’. Turns out she wasn’t bluffing.”

Down his cheek: “This one kind of sucked. My dad gave it to me when I was a kid. I kept skipping out of class to go hang out with my girlfriend and I ended up getting in trouble. He whacked me in the face with a sharp switch and gave me a shpeel about marking my arrogance for the world to see.”

Burns on his fingers: “Soriya left this heat rod thing for her hair on the counter and I went and picked it up like an idiot.”

Scrapes up his shin: “Stepped on a landmine to relieve my buddy. He uh... had been sitting in silence for like six hours because he didn’t want to bother the rest of us. Okay...so... I was a little drunk and didn’t quite realize that I was the only one with ordinance experience. So we couldn’t defuse it and I had to get pulled off it.”

Large gash across his chest: “Death Knight.”

Deranged Sunburst on stomach: “Oh this one was fun. A monster literally made out of nightmare fuel tried rearranging my insides with some shadow vines.” 

Scattered scarring up arm and abdomen: “All this was from a fight with a Shadow Hunter. He actually almost killed me a couple of time but uh... it ended with me winning. Which was something he couldn’t take leading him to pull some pins on the grenades he was carrying... while he was still wearing them. Probably would be dead if I didn’t have a druid friend.”

Chunk missing from his shoulder: “An Amani ax thrower caught me off guard out in the dangerous parts of Eversong. I think I was workin’ for the Farstriders on that one.”

Knuckle scarring: “It’s pretty hard to pinpoint these ones to be honest. I’ve put these hands through a lot. But I strongly believe that most of these are from that time I tried to punch a shaman who had rock armor.”

Various puncture wounds across his whole body: “I’ve been shot so many times....”

Large scar over his appendix: “Yeah so I got shanked there but it was kind of weird like... they didn’t want to waste the healing so they just took the whole thing out. Said I didn’t need my appendix or whatever.”

Mace wound on peck: “This one was an angry Paladin who thought I slept with his lady. I didn’t.”

Stab wound on upper back: “This one was dear old dad again. When we had our last showdown I was able to close the gap but... well, I had to sacrifice a hit to do it. We were chest to chest with my knife in his stomach, his wrapped around and hit me in the back.”

 Piercings under foot: “I was getting chased out of Stormwind and stepped on some caltrops, like an idiot, when I doubled back around.”

Stab wound on thigh: “Crazy ex-girlfriend.”

“And people wonder why I skip therapy....”

Tagged by: @katianegreyson​ @kat-hawke​ (Sori’s boring, have Kiro instead)

Tagging: @prolificpoisons @sin-emberstalker @lail-harper @patiencekindnesscourage @kryntora​ @fair-fae @ranger-swiftwind @dae-shadowvale @thanidiel @lakefire @tirasiantrouper @ginyaseng @eliceynbirch​ @andijelly​ @safrona-shadowsun​

[fel-temptation]

13 years ago...

The proving grounds of the Black Temple were teeming with movement as the latest batch of fresh recruits tested their mettle against one another. Scream of all flavors echoed across the open roof arena, of pain, of victory, of discovery, mixed in with the wallows and wails of those who found themselves less acquainted with their newly found demonic gifts. Korrinth, unfortunately, among the latter.

The ravings of steel against steel, claw against claw, monster against monster, they meant little to her. The only thing that the redhead seemed intent to focus on was the blonde fledgling before her with the large glaives. Never take your eyes off your opponent. The words of the blade master who had taught her the basics during her brief stint in the Sunfury rung in her ear. Though Korrinth grunted to herself at the irony of those words, given her own had burnt clean from her skull mere weeks ago. Something the gruff swordsman likely didn’t account for in his lessons. Her eyesight was still overwhelming, much like everything else was, hard to focus and concentrate and everything still a different shade of green. While she had heard that there was a mastery to it all, it was one she had yet to accomplish.

Prying herself from her own mind with a snap of her head up toward her opponent she refocused her efforts, even as her mind tried to stray in every other direction.

Shoulders stiff. Feet wide and planted. Firm grip on your weapon. Straighten your back. Don’t take your eyes off your opponent. Anticipate. React. Let them come to you. Lack of experience is your weakness, don’t over extend.

She repeated to herself as she awaited the blondes move. Knuckles whitening as they curled against the hilt of her twin pair of long blades.

“Hard to keep your eyes on your opponent when you’re mind is always elsewhere. Not to mention the lack of eyes. Did I mention I can hear you in here? First a failed mage, now a failed Illidari. You’re doing great, Sweetie.” The foreign voice that assaulted her head since her bonding once again found the worst possible time to make her presence known.

A snarl escaped Korrinth, but only for a fraction of a second as Kryntora charged with the blinding speed blessed by the demonic bond. Flatting out the redhead with ease, much like she was a paper bag against the wind. Taken off guard and unexpected the huntress’ rear slammed to the ground with an undignified thud.

“Shut up!” She shouted to nobody in particular. “I was no swordsman, I hadn’t even held one until a few months ago!” She protested to nobody in particular as her clawed digits dug into the dirt beside her, twisting and turning in swift and fluid patterns despite her obvious frustration. Abandoning her sword entirely the redhead slammed her free hand into that pattern she had just drawn, digging into the soil itself to pull a burning clump of it right out. As she stood back at full height and turned to face her opponent, that mixture of earth and felfire that she had created was hurled square at Kryntora’s chest.

{ @kryntora !}

[lucky-psy]

Commission for @kryntora! Very much a delight to draw, thank you again :)

[mothervvoid]

BAT ZAEN KRYN AND ZACH!

Send me a 🦇 and I’ll tell you which member of the Bat-Family your character reminds me of.

Zaennicus - Nightwing/Dick Grayson

“Holy contributing to the delinquency of minors, Batman!”

There will be NO talk of Ric Grayson in my house. 

If there’s one thing Dick embodies, it’s Batman’s idealism, and I can see that in Zaen. Zaen’s the kind of guy who doesn’t want to give up, the kind of guy to stand up to others because he knows what it’s like to be intimidated. He’s the kind of guy to sacrifice himself for the good of his loved ones.  

Kyrntora - Batwoman/Katherine Kane

“If someone says no, you’re asking the wrong person.”

Batwoman? You ask. How is this possible? Kate Kane is a serious character, you say. But ah, I tell you, I can see Kate Kane in Kryn. She’s a war veteran, she knows exactly what she believes in, Kryn can be mature when she wants to be, I’ve read her short stories. She’s a lot smarter than she lets on. Also, Kate isn’t afraid to introduce her girlfriend to her dad.

Therefor I will now introduce the crack ship, Batwoman x Kryntora.

As for Zach, I don’t actually know enough about him to really say who he might be- ;m;

[fel-temptation]

@kryntora​

Poison ivy (+harley Quinn) lockscreens

Please like or reblog if u use them :)

[kryntora]

{ I’d react in tears to meeting Kryntora too, Korrinth. 

A couple in game shots I took yesterday, too! None of the tags saved though apparently, rip! }

[kryntora]

Kryntora Sundreamer

Bubbly and mischievous, Kryntora is a prankster, and can always be seen with a positive demeanor and a smile on her face. She's a harmless flirt, and likes to seem as positive and happy as she can. She can often be found bothering her friends or crafting jewelry.

Large horns sit atop her forehead, lower legs and arms stained a dark red, the skin around those areas thicker. Red, demonic scales line her forehead and cheeks. Her tattoos are pink, and she has fel-green scars scattered across her arms, neck, and torso. Her nails are usually painted black and filed into sharp claws.

Year -107

Kryntora and her twin sister, Calamità were born to Mr. and Mrs. Sundreamer one winter day (February 14th). They were the second and third children of the couple, their first daughter named Claerissa who had been born five years previously. Her parents were a pair of priests that often went on escapades, leaving the girls with various nannies and caregivers. Some of the caregivers were better than others, but the younger girls never had a bond with their parents. Despite this, their life was rather comfortable living in the countryside of Quel’thelas. Claerissa was the one they’d take with them on their adventures. Like her parents, the light called to Kryntora, and it wasn’t long before the girls decided to train to become priestesses.

Year -60

Kryntora began learning how to work with the light to heal the wounded. Chrystalle, her youngest sister hadn't joined them yet but the light had also called to her at this point. Claerissa was still travelling with her parents and studying the light directly under them. While she wasn’t an extrovert, Kryntora was quite bubbly and talkative, often getting in trouble for chatting with her peers. One of her best friends was a fellow priestess named Evisella, and eventually the pair would fall in love and date one another, Evisella even adopting the same last name - Sundreamer.

Year -20

Kryntora’s parents pass away in an unfortunate accident. Her sister, Claerissa abandons her studies temporarily to get a job as an entertainer to take care of her younger sisters, as well as keep their family home. The death of their parents hit Claerissa the hardest, and forever changed her. She became cold, and full of resent. She hated her new life, and the fact that she had to work for what she wanted. Kryntora distanced herself from Claerissa, and decided to move to Silvermoon with Calamità. Chrystalle decided to live at their family home and take care of it as well as continue with her studies. Kryntora picked up jewelcrafting as a hobby, selling her wares at craft shows when she wasn’t busy with her studies.

Year 5

Claerissa meets Lord Zaennicus Silverfrost, and falls pregnant with his child. Kryntora befriends Zaennicus, but doesn’t get to see him much as she’s busy tending to wounded soldiers. Despite this, Kryntora considered Zaennicus to be one of her best friends at the time. Kryntora’s girlfriend moves in with her and her sister in their apartment.

Year 7

Claerissa cuts off contact with Calamità and Krytora, as Kryntora had raised concern about Claerissa’s treatment of Zaennicus. Kryntora believed that Claerissa wasn’t treating him right, and taking advantage of him. Kryntora had no proof of this, however, and eventually became too busy with her priestly duties to look into it further. This is something she regrets greatly, now that she is aware of what truly went down.

Year 21

Kryntora proposes to her girlfriend, Evisella, the pair deciding to wed the following year. It had been a long time coming, as the pair had been dating for years.

Year 22

Evisella dies during the Fall of Quel’thelas, Kryntora having taken on a less dangerous post during this. Kryntora assisted with tending to wounded soldiers as well as evacuating citizens. She learns of Zaennicus’ death, and the combination of loss causes her to turn to drinking to cope.

Year 26

Kryntora and Calamità learn of Illidan’s call for bodies to join his army and defend against the burning legion. Feeling that they had nothing left, they decided they’d join together. They had completely lost contact with their other sisters, and with Evisella gone, Kryntora felt they could use their hurt for good.

A succubus was the demon which called to Kryntora, and she devoured her heart and successfully completed the ritual. It was around this time that Kryntora befriended a pair of demon hunters, Zachaery and Terras who would eventually become some of her good friends.

Year 27

Kryntora along with the other demon hunters are imprisoned for five years.

Year 32

Finally released from their prisons, Kryntora returns to the Horde and helps them drive back the burning legion.

She takes on a leadership position within the Illidari as a squad leader. Despite people not thinking of her as a very serious person, she takes her job extremely seriously, her bubbly personality making her team feel safe, using humour to defuse stressful situations. Zachaery is one of the demon hunters on her squad, as they work extremely well together in combat situations.

Year 33

Currently, Kryntora spends most of her time making mana-infused jewelry, and leading/training her squad. Since Evisella, she hasn’t dated anyone, but she has quite a few friends, demon hunters and otherwise.

[kryntora]

My pal Rosala! 

@rosalasilvershield

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Kryntora by SART-S on Artists and Clients! 

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Kryntora’s ready for Halloween!!

Magical Girl Kryntora by Dickywardhana!

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Becoming the Slayer

Today was the day. 

Kryntora bit nervously down on already too short fingernails. Over the past few days she’d chewed her nails down into the ugliest state they had ever been in, nerves absolutely getting the better of her. The deep red polish that sat atop them was cracked, almost completely gone on some of them. She figured, however, that consuming a little nail polish was the least of her worries. She could be dead in a matter of minutes, and only then would she worry about her ingestion of polish. 

Outland had been a place of exploration for Kryntora, the atmosphere unlike anything she had ever seen. It was dark, a stark contrast to the autumnal sights of Silvermoon she was used to. In a sense, her new home felt like it reflected the changes in her personality. However, despite the darkness, there was a certain whimsical appeal to the area surrounding The Black Temple which almost gave Kryntora a sense of hope. 

After losing her fiance, hope was something hard to come by for Kryntora. She had lost so much over the years, yet nothing hurt quite as much as the loss of Evisella. Truthfully, Kryntora felt like there was no coming back from that. She grew reckless, lost. Her eldest sister had cut her out of her life many years before, her husband dying to the scourge. Her youngest sister was nowhere to be found, either. Her parents at this point, were long gone, and she no longer had any friends left. Kryntora became a shadow of her former self, turning to alcohol to numb whatever pain she could. 

Kryntora leapt at the opportunity to become something more. She was tired, angry, and ready to fight for something bigger than herself. She, along with a handful of other priests made the trek to Outland, following Illidan and vowing their lives to his cause. They were prompted that they may die, the pain would be excruciating, controlling the demonic whispers a challenge in and of itself, that the rage they may feel and the changes their bodies would go through would render them a failure to the societies they initially came from. 

Elven society held beauty to the highest regard, and binding yourself to a demon? Well that was seen as atrocious - the demonic disfigurations seen not as honourable, as a sacrifice to protect your people, but a mistake. A horrible, disgusting mistake, that made you unbearable to look at. 

And Kryntora was ready to sacrifice it all for her people, and the greater good regardless of what anyone may think of her should she survive. 

The day previous, Kryntora, as well as another priest she recognized from her past, and a handful of other elves she didn’t recognize made their way to subdue their demons to bring back for the ritual. She herself would have to kill the demon and then devour its heart - the part perhaps which disgusted Kryntora the most. 

She shook her head. She couldn’t think about the heart right now - first she needed to get through the killing. 

Perhaps unsurprising, Kryntora found herself drawn to a succubus for the ritual. According to the whispers around the temple, succubi were an easier kill. Kryntora was extremely impressed with the priest she recognized, however. He’d somehow managed to subdue a shivarra with only his bare hands and a hunting knife. She couldn’t remember much about this priest, but what she could remember about him was that at times, he struggled with their studies. Perhaps he should have picked another route for training - he seemed extremely skilled with hand to hand combat. 

The soft call of her name interrupted Kryntora’s thoughts, signaling that it was her time to fight. Her heart jumped to her throat as she followed her ‘handler’ through the dark corridors of the Black Temple. Eyes took in her surroundings for the final time, looking upon the dark hallways which would be her final memories with normal sight. They were decorated with soft, purple silks, almost ironic as this was the path to the arena she’d bring her prey to justice in. After what seemed like an eternity, they finally came to their destination. Much to Kryntora’s surprise, the door was wide open - the previous ‘appointment’ must’ve taken a little longer than they were anticipating.

She watched in horror as two Illidari carried the priest from before out of the arena - blood spattered across his face, hands, and chest. He seemed to be alive - just barely, but even that didn’t stop the triumphant grin that spread across his visage. Teeth and lips were covered with the flesh of the heart he had just gorged himself on, bloodied blindfold was tied across his eyes, hiding the second part of the ritual Kryntora was afraid of. 

“Step forward, Kryntora!” 

She barely had time to process what she’d just seen before they’d called her into the arena. The succubus she had brought to her mercy the day before stood behind a barrier, a handful of Illidari sitting above her - she was unaware she’d have an audience. Since Kryntora was trained in healing magic, they were going to allow her to use a weapon to assist her in taking down the demon. It wasn’t much, but it certainly was something and she would take what she could get. 

The succubus was looking straight at Kryntora, a whip in its well-manicured hands. From what she could see, the sultry demon looked angry with her, as if Kryntora bringing it here was a mere annoyance more than anything else - and maybe it would be. Kryntora didn’t have much combat training she figured the succubus could overpower her in seconds if she wasn’t careful. She had help to subdue it initially. This was her true test. 

A rack of weapons sat in the corner for Kryntora to choose from. They looked well used and even a little dull. They weren’t making it too easy for her. It was various knives and swords, but there were a pair of glaives in the mix as well. They curved backwards, blades shorter than a traditional set. Kryntora was drawn to these, taking them in her palms. Something about the weaponry just felt right to her, and she stared up at the spectators holding them up in her fists. 

“Let’s fucking go!” She screamed, in a feeble attempt to feign confidence. Her ears flicked as she heard someone up in the stands scream ‘fuck yeah!’ back at her. It was too dark to tell who it was, but she could find them afterwards.

She was going to survive this. 

Only seconds later did they unleash the succubus who quickly rushed into the ring. Kryntora watched with intent, tightening her grip on her weapons - but also grinning. No longer did she feel fear but a combination of vengeance, anger, excitement. Too many emotions rushed through her to be able to pinpoint just one. 

The pair circled one another for a moment, the succubus feeding off Kryntora’s demeanor - it spat taunts at her, giggling away as it did so. It seemed to be quite a feisty demon which also was quite fitting for the sin’dorei that had captured her - in her prime, Kryntora was quite sassy. 

Darling! Why fight? I have much better things to offer you than that! 

Kryntora's grin spread even more wildly across her lips, blades facing the demon. She stuck her tongue out at the succubus before a nervous giggle escaped her throat. 

"If you wanted to fuck me, why didn't you say so!" She retorted, lunging at the demon her blades pointed to it. "I'm sure I'd love it!" 

Her laughter rang through the arena as she sliced the blade towards the succubus, overpowering her fairly easily. Kryntora had a larger stature, and stood quite tall. The succubus hadn't expected the sheer weight of the sin'dorei and fell backwards as Kryntora jumped on it. 

The pair hit the ground with a loud thud, the succubus gasping for air under Kryntora who was now sitting on its stomach.

Kryntora's nerves were now getting the better of her - surely this shouldn't be so easy? She shook the thought from her mind. Taking one of her blades, she plunged it into the demon's side, causing it to cry out in agony. 

The succubus retorted, digging her claws into the flesh of Kryntora's thigh. Tears stung Kryntora's eyes as she attempted to focus on her prey. Using the blade, she brought it down on the arm of the succubus, hacking it clean off, free hand slapping down on the demon's forehead. She continued to press down on its head, forcing it down with all her strength. Now that she had only one arm to worry about, she forced the blade into the demon's chest cavity. 

Stunned, the succubus continued to dig its nails deeper and deeper into Kryntora's flesh. She didn't have time to get it to let go - she had to eat the heart. 

Carefully, Kryntora carved the heart from the chest, sickeningly warm blood dripping down her wrists. The heart writhed in her hand, and Kryntora felt herself gag - it was absolutely disgusting. 

Three.

Two.

One. 

Kryntora bit into the heart, tears spilling down her cheeks. The taste was absolutely horrible, the worst thing she'd ever been forced to ingest. The flesh was tough, rubbery. She had to chew for what seemed like hours just to get it down. She couldn't take it any longer - she crammed her mouth with the pieces in an attempt to swallow them whole. It worked, but barely and it was messier than she had intended. Demon blood covered her body, the claws still stuck into her flesh. 

She dropped her hand to her side, pulling the claws from her thigh a loud scream tearing through the arena as she dislodged them.

The arena erupted in cheers as Kryntora stood from the demon's corpse. A larger Illidari made his way down from the stands, carrying what seemed to be a knife. It was part of the ritual to remove your eyes before being allowed to recover - those that had tried to keep them either had them burn out, or tore them out from the horrific visions and dreams that followed. Kryntora wasn't taking any chances. 

With trembling hands, she took the knife and brought it up to her right eye. For the first time in her life, she was thankful for the pain in her thigh. Perhaps it would mask the pain she was about to feel in her eye sockets. 

Taking a deep breath, she plunged the knife into her socket and promptly fell back to the ground. What happened next was all a blur - Kryntora was unable to keep herself awake, the pounding in her head absolutely unbearable. 

The pain was only beginning for the young Illidari - but she had prevailed. 

Kryntora Sundreamer had passed the first stage of the Illidari rituals.

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Kryntora by Dinovoila-arts!