::P:: You can't replace me

Adamira sighed as she sat in her usual spot, surrounded by the stale air of the forest. The darters were beginning to gather for their short ritual which would hopefully be over soon, hearing it over and over ripped the mystic nature right out of the whole ordeal. It seemed like ages since she had made her last escape from the crumbling prison walls of Silvermoon, letting her druid gather supplies as she needed, keeping to herself out in the woods, “I really should get up and go do something…” mumbled quietly to herself as she leaned back, resting on one of the stiffer mushrooms in the circle.

Kelvan hadn’t been around in a long while, no, he all but abandoned the woman. Mira was given small letters, and tokens of his affection in the forms of severed limbs, but he hadn’t made the time to actually see her in months. Kelvan stalked her at first making sure that his Felguard would stay in the distance with the flick of a gloved wrist. To add more fun to the game, he’d remove a small knife, similar to a scalpel from his robes. It was in an instant, he attempted to throw a gloved hand over Mira’s lips, pressing down hard. His knife pressing to her throat. “Miss me, dear?”

Yay! Now that Im home from work, quick gesture warm up that turned into a 30 minute doodle. Hopefully this will help with my muse again Back to work!

Art/Adamira (c)
Kelvan (c) his player

I dont know how many times I messed with this pose. Its referenced from about 5 different couples poses I wanted to do but messed up each one! Woo! Go me xD