With the never ending responsibility, obligation and duty that comes with accepting the mantle of Chieftain of the Thundermoon, Ebon never knew how sweet such stolen moments of reprieve could be.
Even when she was a front line grunt in the Horde, she had little more direction than where to swing her blades. Some days, that harrowing, life-threatening occupation almost seemed a luxury to what she had to struggle with as leader of her growing tribe.
But still, even as the wispy plume of smoke trailed from her nostrils and danced away to misty oblivion in the waning Mulgore night sky, she could relax a little, knowing that this was the role she had been training for, all of her life.
Art by Hitoame113
Even when she was a front line grunt in the Horde, she had little more direction than where to swing her blades. Some days, that harrowing, life-threatening occupation almost seemed a luxury to what she had to struggle with as leader of her growing tribe.
But still, even as the wispy plume of smoke trailed from her nostrils and danced away to misty oblivion in the waning Mulgore night sky, she could relax a little, knowing that this was the role she had been training for, all of her life.
Art by Hitoame113
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Cow
Size 912 x 768px
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