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-Fight, Fight Till the End- by Traconian
-Fight, Fight Till the End-
Didn't quite know what to draw on my stream one day, guildies then tossed out 'Oji cuddling Val'....then I compromised for I desired blood.

This is the end result, colored it all up n shit. My troll lock all fucked up, but still heading out to battle. Val trying to stop him, knowing it will kill him if he kept going~
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-Toying with Felflame- by Traconian
-Toying with Felflame-
hyuuu, I never felt this happy over a finished product before~ even though it's only of the upper body for I was lazy XP. But dayum does this look good to me. My art has become somethin' noteworthy for once. Only to get better from this point and onwards. I hope to give more epicry as the years go by.
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-Ojeshkah'Fon, Darkspear Exile- by Traconian
-Ojeshkah'Fon, Darkspear Exile-
Oji~ is my troll warlock whom I have been rpin' as and developing over the past couple months. He's been through quite a fair chunk of shit and changed up a lil. But now I believe I have him settled out on how I like him~ So I give the world, Ojeshkah!

Color this soonish XD

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    The air was thick with growing tension and harsh growls from both troll and orc, making the fur down his back bristle with growing unease. Fabric bound tight across his eyes and rope even tighter around still blood stained hands. His back pressed against the wooden cage he has been locked within for the past few blistering days. Heat blistered into his skin, not even the sea’s breeze aided in cooling him down. It was only another blast of harsh heat  that made him hiss and squirm inside the cage. A vain attempt to find a shaded spot, twitching against the stinging as the rocks both burned at his feet and bottom as well as burn into flesh. The snarls around him seemingly to grow louder with his own movements, listening to the harsh footfalls of the bulkier green creatures when they approached. Twitching into the spittle as they snorked and spat, a pair of them jarred him further when the cage was tore open. A brutish hand clenched around his throat, certain that it quite nearly crushed his windpipe. Dragging him out with a ferocity that made his gut churn, listening to the hollars around him as he was brought forth. Hearing both the words of Zandali and the harsher tongue of Orcish around him, cursing him out.

“Bring ‘im heah!” a voice that he was all too familiar with tore across the air, above the rest of the words that were spat out towards him. The new chieftan of the tribe was here to lay punishment for the crimes committed. Gritting his teeth together as the hand around his throat eased enough for another hand to dig into his mane of hair. With a yip was he pulled up higher, feeling each strand pulling against his scalp. Knees and feet scraping against the ground. A sharp hiss piercing his lips, but that would be abruptly silenced as his face was smashed into a pillar of some sort. Bound hands being drug upwards till they were dropped onto the other side of the pole. His feet strained against his own weight, dehydrated and starved did he cave in against the pillar. Hugging onto it with a shuddering breath, ears stiffening up as the sounds around him grew louder. The orcs that had drug him here he now listened to them stepping away, another however approached. Lighter on his feet.

In a blinding light did the fabric come undone from his eyes and pulled away, squinting and growling once. As the glare cleared he was met with another, harsh gold eyes of the chieften. His own in turn glared back, but with far less fire than the other held, “We all give jah enuff warnin’s, Ojeshkah. What jah have done dis time is an evil dat shall nevah beh redeamabahl. Dis dahy, mon...jah soul shall nevah beh returnin’ ‘oo dese lahnds.” Rising up to his feet and stepping away from the bound troll. Raising one fist upwards as both of them now looked out and towards the remaining members of the Darkspear tribe, including numerous Orcs. “Let dis beh ah wahrnin’ for aneh uddahs who beh plannin’ on usin’ such voodoo! Who beh usin’ black magics! We beh apaht of dah Hohde now! Bruddahs ‘oo dah Orcs dat we owe ouwah lives tah! Dere shall beh no moah of dis!” With a sharp movement of his hand did he motion down to the bound troll. Ojeshkah’s lips pulling back against his tusks in a scowl, his own golden eyes staring out towards the crowd.

Was this merely a humiliation? It has thus far felt like it, to hug helplessly against a pole after being cooked in the heat for days, blindfolded. His ears did stiffen up further as he felt the lash of a whip against the dirt, muscles stiffening down his back. Head turning enough to catch the sight of the whip that was clutched in the chief’s hand. It clicked as it was moved, jagged shark teeth were bound down along the one side. Watching it strike against the side once more, watching dirt and rock give out from under the force of the whip itself and the teeth that lined it.  With a shaking puff of breath did he watch it and let his eyes trail up the length of it to the one who wielded the weapon. Watching the twisting of the other troll’s face.
Fingers curled once the other approached, dragging behind him the gnarled weapon as a sick twisting sensation began to rip itself into his gut. Ears dipping back as tension began to rip through his form as he’d listen to the whistle of the whip as it sliced first through the air. Pain would just as quickly rip across his back as the teeth dug themselves through flesh. A howl of that agony ripped past Ojeshkah’s lips, shoving his face into the pillar. Tusks scraping across its surface, a harsher cry erupting past his lips once flesh tore away as the whip was plied back again. Striking at the earth once before it returned to sink its thirsting jaws into his back. Spasming with the next strike as blood and flesh splattered out across the red dirt of Durotar. Another shriek with each strike that drove him to the ground, burning pain stretched across his back and anger dug deeper into his gut and heart. He couldn’t even hear his own screams that pierced the air and silenced any further sounds from beyond the crowd that surrounded them. He heaved out wheezes, drool rolling past his lips and down his tusks. Were those sobs...? He heard himself choking on his breaths as he’d gasp, cheeks wet as pain continued to blaze across his nerves.

His fists clenched even tighter as he panted,  golden eyes narrowing even further as he felt blood rolling down from these lashes. Jerking as another strike of the whip tore more flesh off, listening to the splatter of his own blood as it would sizzle in the blistering heat. He heard himself scream but too felt the bonds around his wrists beginning to loosen as odd green flame began to roll across his fingers and up his arms. Ears stiffening up as he felt his hands come free, before the next strike came down across his back did a blast of felflame dart across his fingers and be flung across the air. Swatting away the tooth bound whip with a wild roar of his own, stumbling and staggering as he tried to rise to his feet. Listening to the roars of the crowd around him as another snarl erupted out of him. Flinching back a step as the whip slashed across the air right before his face. His legs trembled under him as he’d ease out a slower growl, watching as the crowd began to creep in closer.

“Jah no longah be welcome heah, Ojeshkah!” came the snarling voice of the other troll as he’d hold up the bloodied whip. In his other did he unsheathe his glaive, “Leave, befoh ah take jah head off ahn’ trap jah in dere foh dah rest of eterniteh!”

“A-a-ah b....beh hav....v-vin’ no....p-plahnnns-s-s of....r...ret-turnin’!” bleeding where he stood, Ojeshkah’s lips pulling back into a darkening snarl. Shrill hisses slipping past them as he looked out towards the crowd that have come to watch him. His eyes wavering as he glared out towards the wastes beyond here. Ears soon stiffened up towards the sound of several feet rushing from one side, he hadn’t the strength ro react as a blue furred fist smashed into the side of head. Striking him down with a silent cry, tasting dirt and blood. He felt himself being dragged and jerking as burning dust dug into the lashes across his back. More pain that plagued his mind and blurring the images of the events around him. Feeling fists and feet kicking and beating at his form as he was pulled through the crowd. Ropes biting into the flesh of his ankle once they did come to a stop. The final image he catching is the sight of his own raptor being harrassed and pulled around, listening to its own shrieks and snarls. From glazed eyes he looked over the rope on his ankle be connected to a hook.

Jaws gritting as he’d soon listen to the wailing squeal of the beast as this hook was drove into its flesh. His ‘tribe’ releasing it to dash out and away with the exile in tow. Unable to hear his own wails as he was drug out across the bitter dirt and rocks, remembering darkness once his head was smashed into the side of a rock.
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cruzarte Featured By Owner May 26, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks a lot for the fave! Don't forget to follow me on twitter.com/cruzarte and facebook.com/cruzartbook Cheers!
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cruzarte Featured By Owner May 22, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks for the fave. Have a great weekend!
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DanGref Featured By Owner May 13, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist

You’ve faved my art; kind “thank you” for this;

So llama I give; for you, my dear miss.

Please, take it with greetings, from Poland to you;

Here dragons still live – no jokes; that’s true!

Be happy and well; make art, have a fun.

That’s what want to wish you your friend, Mr. Dan.

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HowManyDragons Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2015
Thanks for the +fav on my Tarecgosa sculpture! There are many more handmade dragon figurines in my gallery, if you'd like to take a look. :) (Smile)

Lovely WoW pieces, by the way! ^^
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