So I was working more on backgrounds this week, mostly focusing on the two large ones, that being Hellfire Citadel and Robyn’s Pirate Ship. For the most part, Hellfire Citadel has enough done for me to work with the next few chapters of the Hellfire story, so I will likely leave it alone at this point.
I keep saying I am going to get on Hellfire again soon, and really I could easily with the poses I have, but I just feel a tingling bit of overwhelming fear when I even think of starting the post process on the GIFs. I might just leave them as they are and concentrate on making more detailed static version of the image poses. Hope no one minds if I do that, because I worry if I don’t make a choice soon the whole things going to linger all year.
Anyways, still on point for the random tomorrow, and the poll looks pretty close for two options. Going to be interesting to see which one wins. I also have a little animation I made this morning to test out how well I could get some sex going down in Jizzel’s sleeping area (Yes, the rocket goblin has been recruited to Robyn’s ship), which is located under the stairs of the cannon deck. The animation turned out better then I expected, so I wanted to show you all. Enjoy.
The stars were bright over the skies of Dalaran. Though not as busy as it had been in times since the fall of the Lich King, the streets were still crowded with young travelers attempting to make names for themselves in the cold, wild lands of the north.
The busiest place had become The Legerdemain Lounge, known for it’s fine drinks and proximity to the famous wine and cheese shops. It had rooms adorned with finery and silk, making it a favorite to travelers and locals alike. As many drank and celebrated, one such room was occupied by two unlikely companions.
“Come with me, Sylandria. I fear something horrible will happen soon.” came the voice of the human, his face young yet worn by conflict. The other figure stood silent in the corner, her elven robes adorned in crimson and gold, “You are exaggerating.” she replied, her raven hair done up into small pigtails. She turned, eyes glowing a dim emerald peered back at the human, “We Sunreavers don’t involve ourselves with the conflict in the south.”
The human frowned, his brow narrowing, “I don’t believe that for a second.” he threw back sternly, crossing his arms before him. The elven woman smirked, looking over at the doorway to make sure it was closed. Sylandria walked softly up to her companion, moving her hand through his brown hair lovingly. “Joseph, did I ever tell you that you worry too much?” she answered with a warm smile, Joseph turning his head in mild resistance.
She enjoyed her teasing, rising up on her toes to kiss him along his neck. His eyes closed as she traced a line down towards his chest, reaching around slowly to unbuckle his breastplate. “Sylandria, I am serious…” he said, attempting to fight back her charms.
She continued her movement, now pulling down his chest plate, her lips gliding on his skin down to his abdomen. She reached around, pulling on the straps of his legplates. Joseph felt the room heat up with each caress, “Please…” he said one more time.
Sylandria stopped her advance, looking up at him with narrow eyes, “I can’t…” she said softly, “It’s not about my loyalties here, I just…” she began to say, before pausing. Joseph leaned over, grabbing her softly by the chin, “Why then?” he asked, pulling her in for a soft kiss. Sylandria felt embarrassed a rare event for her, “Our kinds are in bitter conflict. If the Alliance should find out they would disgrace you as a traitor.” she continued, her eyes tearing gently.
Joseph smiled, pulling her in for another long kiss. The two held close, refusing to let the other go until finally Joseph pulled himself away. “If it comes to that, then so be it.” he said sternly, making sure she heard every word, “I would rather spend the rest of my life in exile then another day without you at my side.”
Sylandria blushed at his words, another warm smile crossing her face. As the two stood she pushed him down, sitting him on the silk bed. She stepped back, gently grabbing the ties of her robe and letting them loose, the whole garment falling quickly off her shapely form, showing that nothing else was underneath them. She moved forward again, laying her body close to his and kissing him gently, “Well when you put it that way, I accept.” she whispered in his ear, finishing the unbuckling of his legplates,
Joseph felt his heart sore, as he touched her soft, golden thighs. “Then let us make our last night in Dalaran one to remember, my dear.”
Sorry for the delay. Had a rough weekend and already a pretty rough week. Hopefully things will go better sooner rather then later.