#traxex the drow ranger

[lasanha-do-lidl]

BFFs Enchantress and Drow~

The way I headcanon Enchantress is kinda like Sonia Nevermind from Danganronpa 2 lol. As for Drow, I headcanon that she looks badass, but is actually kinda naive and innocent, not knowing much outside of combat.

[terpilin]

My pairings have no boundaries…

[kazaarte]

Drow Ranger Arcana man i am too broke to have that skin lmao

[fridka]

Underrated shipship

[raviolirash]

Me before Baldur's Gate 3 came out: Only knowledge I have of D&D lore is that Dota's Drow Ranger Traxex was kinda borrowed from D&D.

Me almost a year after BG3's release: Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate Corellon since I started reading about the drow for research purposes. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each---

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Flower Crown

Traxex, the Drow Ranger, took the offered flowers hesitantly from the Enchantress’ outstretched

hands. “Thank you?”

Aiushtha’s smile was wide. “You are very welcome, my sweetest of sweets.” Her eyes sparkled and a few butterflies danced around her head.

As so often, Trax was confused about why such a bright and cheerful creature would choose to

interact with her. Nothing about her was bright, she was a creature of the shadows. To hide her

bafflement, the Drow Ranger turned the flowers in her hands. They were connected, braided

somehow, not a bouquet. “What is this?” Surely it had some kind of purpose, to arrange the flowers in such a way.

“It is a flower crown.” The Enchantress pointed to her own head, where flowers, similar to the ones in Traxex’s hands, lay between her horns.

“Really?” It was a sweet gesture, but a flower crown? For her? “You expect me to wear a crown

made of flowers?”

With a soft laugh, Aiushtha shook her head. “You don’t have to, of course. I just like to braid flowers, it is relaxing. And the small blue ones, these,” she brushed a finger over one of the blossoms, “they remind me of your eyes.”

They were almost the colour of Trax’ eyes, she had to admit it. They were very beautiful, too. Just like the flowers Aiushtha had given her the day before. And last week. And the week before that. It was just: “I can’t wear it. I am a Drow. I am a warrior. I don’t do flowers.”

“My honey-bunny, that sounds awfully biased.” One of the butterflies came closer to the Drow and to the flowers in her hand. It was small and blue, fitting the petals.

Traxex watched it, and when it turned away to get back to the Enchantress, she carefully folded the flower crown and tugged it into a pouch on her belt. It would be crumbled, but hopefully not too badly so. “Thank you.” Though she wouldn’t wear it, Traxex appreciated the gesture.

“Always.”

Later, when she was at home, the Drow would take the flowers out. She’d let them dry and she’d

keep them. She’d put them to the others in the shelf. She’d had to make space for them in the first place but they were a gift from Aiushtha, she’d not throw them away. She might not do flowers but she loved that her friend thought of her when she saw the small blue ones. She loved that her friend thought she should get flowers anyway. “I am sorry.”

Aiushtha rolled her eyes. “Why? I like to give you flowers, that’s all. It is my way of showing you that I like you. As long as you know that, it’s fine.”

Oh, Traxex knew that, that was why she kept the fucking flowers despite her having no clue what to do with them. Let them collect dust and occupy space on a shelf. Yet when she looked at the heap of dried plants, her heart warmed. It was nice, to get flowers. It was nice to have a friend who gifted her flowers.

“Now come.” With a twirl of her spear, the Enchantress pointed towards the forest. “Stop moping, I

found a super nice spot by the creek. Actually it is where I got the flowers. But you’ll like the spot,

too, I am sure.”

Traxex sat down underneath a huge tree, as much in the shadow as possible. The branches were thick and the leaves blocked almost all light from the bright afternoon sun. It was cool beside the water. Aiushtha had been right, she liked the spot.

The Enchantress didn’t immediately join the Drow Ranger, instead she waded into the small stream. The water only reached to her knees, her hooves softly clacking on the stones on the shore. She had left her spear with Trax and now she leaned down to scoop water into her hands, then drank in small sips.

When she came back, she sat down next to Traxex, folding her legs underneath her stomach. There was a small boulder she could lean her body against. The perfect place, indeed.

The butterflies around Aiushtha’s head flew off, to feed from the flowers growing up and down the shore of the stream. And Aiushtha pulled a comb from her bag. “Would you mind?”

Of course not. Trax loved to comb Aiushtha’s hair, to un-braid it and to braid it. It was coarser than her own, thick when she let it glide through her hands. She took the comb and waited until the Enchantress had made herself comfortable. Then she took the flower crown from her head first, to lay it on the ground carefully.

Some small sticks and a few leaves had caught in Aiushtha’s hair during the day and as Traxex opened the braid, she plucked them out while trying not to pull to hard. Her fingers were swift, used to the task and soon she had all the knots brushed out.

Aiushtha sighed a little as she leaned fully against the rock, arms crossed and chin resting on her arms. “You have magical fingers.”

Traxex almost snorted and she definitely blushed as this was a little suggestive, at least in her mind. Instead of answering, she continued, combing some more until the hair was a wave of red-brown over Aiushtha’s back. Very pretty, very colourful, even more so against the pale bluish-grey skin of Traxex’s hands and the dark armour from her bracers.

Then Traxex dividing the flowing strands into three parts to braid it anew. At last she put the flower crown back between Aiushtha’s horns. “Want me to brush your body as well?"

“I won’t say no to that offer.”

And so Trax spent the next half hour or something with a brush that was specifically designed for Aiushtha’s pelt. She brushed her back, her stomach, and when the Enchantress lazily stoop up, even her legs. She shone in the late afternoon sun when it caught on her pelt, a soft brown with a shimmer of orange. The white dots on her back sparkled like stars. She was very beautiful, a creature of the forest.

The butterflies returned, landing on Aiushtha’s back, wings flapping slowly. The Enchantress stretched, arms over her head, arse pointing up and the doe part of her chest almost touching the ground. She straightened again, grabbed her spear and twirled it over her hand. “That was nice, thank you my precious. How about some hunting now?”

That got Traxex’ heartbeat to speed up. She loved hunting.

Not that she didn’t love to spend lazy time with Aiushtha. She guessed it was the mix of both, and after sitting around for half of the afternoon it was time to move now. “That would be awesome.”

When Traxex got home, before she washed the sweat and dirt from the day off, she took the flower crown from Aiushtha out of her satchel. It was just a bit crushed. Now that she was alone, she stared at the flowers. She let her fingers brush against the petals. The colours suited her, maybe she should have worn it.

But really, flowers on her head? That was ridiculous. Instead she’d keep them on her shelf, a nice reminder of Aiushtha. Of their friendship.

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[zandalol]

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[superdante7286]

[dotahigh-au]

It’s 14:50, and Traxex is mad.

SO, here she is!! Traxex is actually a personal favourite between the two of us and she has been an absolute ball to write!

However, we were anticipating uploading her here since her design strays faaaaar from canon and Gamers in particular might not like that. Our logic was, DotA has a lot of same body syndrome if you take off all the details on the waifus, and we wanted that to be different in our fic. It’s a high school after all, there’s people of all shapes and sizes there. On top of that, character design is something we both specialise in and both of us agree this version fits her attitude in the story a lot more!

So this is our Traxex. Short, chubby and a massive drama queen!

[terpilin]

Damn... I drew them together again, and... Yeah... I'm loving it. Excuse me

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I had a lot of fun doing this challenge :D

[sapphiel]

More gift art for @windginger, this time his Doto Waifu

[fridka]

Format by the one and only @anx1oustig3r x

Will probably do more, this is fun

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