#Man'ari

[rynies]

Another piece from 2019.

[zarin-mimik]

somehow ended up with a manari variation for this piece <3 >-<

also worked with lots of layers so theres a saucy option without the cloth any jewelry, but I wanna keep this blog sfw.. maybe I'll make a separate blog soon for it?

[musee-de-muse]

The Great Lie

DWC November 2024

Day 2: Eternal/Deceit

OC: Calinirra, Man'ari Eredar

@daily-writing-challenge

A beautiful lie is still that – a lie.

And one might think that after years unknowable... that the shame of once having believed in such a beautiful lie would fade – and it does!

Or so I had thought.

One can adapt to anything, with time – one can forget hearth and home, and grow accustomed to chaos, and hate and destruction. It was all for a greater purpose, after all. We were a chosen people, were we not? So adept in our craft, that we should be considered to serve alongside one such as Sargeras in his laborious duty.

And our most respected elders – the wisest among us, the most revered? They saw the wisdom in it – or at least two-thirds of them did, and that was enough for most of us, in the end... or rather, in the beginning. They told us that the Prophet was a fool – he didn't see what was right before us. Opportunity does not knock twice. His cowardice would only hold us back - such were the reassurances.

How could we not embrace what was to come?

But millennia of victory meant nothing, now. All that life lost. All those planets desecrated. All those souls consumed, or twisted, or sent to the Nether, or the Shadowlands... all those planets full of peoples slain, or converted or consumed – for what, now?

I don't know what I feel. I am a demon – that much is true, and always will be. And while that's not quite what we were told would happen to us... the vast swathes of time I've spent as what I am? Have not always been terrible. I delighted in what I became, in time – that is the very nature of what I became. How could I not indulge in destruction - would you reprimand a fire for burning?

But now... after a time unknowable in the Nether – after countless worlds have been sundered – the grand Crusade was over. Their leader gone, the lies proven false. The cost sunk – one would have thought.

But opportunity does not knock twice, so when the Alliance came calling... well, my work in the Legion had begun to chafe, with my loss of rank, and subsequent re-assignment. Little more than an attack dog for another, my skills wasted and my power chained – why wouldn't I trade that hateful existence on another's leash for some sort of fresh start... any fresh start?

It had all been a grand, eternal lie – and in the end, I didn't even have the power, or the clout I once held... so why not? I'm a creature of chaos, and opportunity, after all – and wouldn't it be a bit... funny?

Wouldn't it be a gas – to walk among them, to watch them whisper feverishly, and quiver with repressed fear, or loathing... or a little something else... and be able to do nothing about it? To know that their precious Alliance had welcomed her – she, one of the Legion's elite – to roam their cobbled streets. She, who - with the very blades at her hips – had perhaps even taken the lives of friends and loved ones of the very people in this city. I - who so excelled at my craft as to become a Faithbreaker of such skill and renown that even when I 'stepped on the wrong hoof'... they hadn't killed me – I'd been, instead, assigned to the ill-fated “Damned Cohort” to suffer.

I answered to a cruel master with this assignment, and became little more than a tool for the Legion... an attack dog on a short leash; I became a part of a squad of those who had earned the ire of their betters, and were now forced to take the harshest of assignments. And if permanent death met them during as much? So be it.

But not anymore. Now... the attack dog was free – and had no idea what that actually meant, as her new 'home' was the one place she'd been trying to destroy for years beyond counting.

[zwierzodudle]

it's keeping an eye out

desnine (he/they, cuddling the lizard) belongs to @tokidokifish

kelundos (they/them) belongs to @dagumcryptid

[nirahsa]

When you choose Ammen Vale as your Man'ari's starting zone.

[lichymograine]

Wife gossip

[royal-rat-kreacher]

∴ The Usurper's Consort ∴

So great is the sea so small your boat But you don´t know if you don´t row And so great is the sky above your blue eyes But you can´t see behind the lies

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[ansu-gurleht]

i want to add a little bit of the backstory i've come up with for my mop remix hunter, ylmuzdri!

(apologies for shitty cropped screenshot)

she is a man'ari eredar who only recently (begrudgingly) joined the alliance via the draenei. she used to be a tracker for the burning legion, and oftentimes was tasked directly with hunting down draenei exiles. but her group of lost man'ari joined the draenei so she didn't have much choice but to follow along. velen himself upon meeting her knew she still had hatred in her heart, so when it came time for her to adventure in azeroth via the timeways, he recommended she try the pandaria campaign, hoping that she would mellow out somehow through contact with the pandaren. and as it so happened, she was contacted by eternus not long after to invite her to an...accelerated course through the campaign, seeing as she was already a rather skilled huntress. she took the offer, partially because she didn't think velen's plan to mellow her out would work, and wanted to get it over with.

several, SEVERAL pandaren beers later, she mellowed out.

[characterrevolvingdoors]

Raanthelah got tired of all the fighting in Stormwind so she went to go see Grandpa Velen

[kissfortheelves]

New man’ari OC~ 

 Nova, probably a houndmaster (dreadstalker master?)

[lilacwitchart]

Sketch of my draenei warlock

[4windswow]

[gothioogie]

[tangledredstringsoffate]

Another Commission. Done. Checked off. Yay. Please do not steal. This IS someone else's character. Hire one of us artists to dream up your OC.

[laefreth]

Йоооооой забула запостить тут свій останній малюнок. Малювала знову ж таки на DTIYS, але тепер вже геловінський, по всесвіту Воркрафту.

Маю надію, шо скіл потихен��ку росте (ну чи хоча би помітні якісь зрушення хех), бо з кожним малюнком учуся чомусь новому.

Nooooooooo I've forgot to post my latest art here! This one was made for another DTIYS but this time it was Halloween and Warcraft themed.

I hope that my skill grows (at least i hope it is noticeable XD) because every time I work on something new I learn a new thing or two.

Зроблено для DTIYS від litopysazeroth у твітері.

[nirahsa]

Zepira looked over Dornogal, her fel green eyes observing the Earthen along with the horde and alliance members that had come to the Isle.

She had to admit that Xal'ataths move that had taken out Dalaran had been expertly done. She sowed chaos while effectively moving her plans forward, whatever they were.

"I can't say I really care much about this world, but I happen to be on it at the moment so... I have a current interest in keeping it intact beneath my hooves," Zepira mused quietly to herself.

Granted Man'ari like her weren't exactly trusted with open arms, not that she blamed people being wary. She was a monster, just a monster that had decided to start killing other monsters now. So mistrust was rather prudent and she could respect it.

She gave her chin a tap with one finger, "I suppose I should see how I can help the stone dwarfs, if I want to see how this performance unfolds in the end."