#Zandalari Trolls

[sirdolraan]

Graduation

DWC November 2022 Day 3: Forest/Mortality @daily-writing-challenge

It was a very special day, and the amphitheater was full of families and friends of the young Zandalari who would leave the schools of their youths to choose their paths into adulthood, and officially swear themselves to a guiding Loa. Some would go even further than that, joining the priesthoods that served the Loa directly, and guided the Zanadalari through life. Ghorren sat up tall, trying to see if he could spot his girl among the crowd of lanky young trolls, but they all wore identical robes in preparation for the ceremony, and he was too far away for a good view.

"Not even her dyed hair lets her stand out in those damned things" he muttered to himself, slouching down in frustration. "When are they starting again?"

His sister-in-law Ulabi punched him and laughed. "Aw, look at the big soft papa, excited for his girl to become a woman. The ceremony should be starting soon." Ulabi sighed, then turned to him. "Are you sure you're okay with this? I know things have changed a lot since the horde came to Zandalar, but this..."

"I'm sure, Ulabi. This is not something Anwé chose in a moment of frustration or moodiness. Losing her mother, growing up through all the changes that have come to our people, all of that chaos, and this is what she found to ground herself. What helps her make sense of it all. We may have thought the forsaken fashion was a phase, but we were wrong."

"Still, the family has never had a priestess of Bwonsamdi before," Ulabi muttered, clearly unconvinced.

"He may be a trickster, but I know he cares about us just as much as the other Loa. He protected our people from the terrors of the shadowlands at great risk to his own divine being, Yizbei included. I think that is a big part of what resonated with our dear Anwé." Ghorren smiled, then looked to his other side, where his younger daughter Qirra was humming to herself and drawing another picture of the family, more seriously than usual. Peering over her shoulder, he saw the whole family in the portrait, and she'd saved her big sister for last, and was putting a great deal of effort into the detail. "Hey there little raptor, you excited to see your sister wearing your handiwork out there?"

Qirra looked up at him in grinned, her cheeks finally starting to narrow as she entered her adolescence. "The tattoo lady said my designs were 'inspired'! Anwé is going to look so good!" she beamed, proud to be part of her sister's big day.

A ringing gong announced the beginning of the ceremony, as Queen Talanji stepped forward to give her speech, speaking of the importance of Zandalar's youth, and continued unity both among the trolls and with their horde allies. With that done, the young trolls stepped forward one by one, to swear to their Loa, and announce their intended profession. As they did, the Loa emerged from the jungles, Gonk and Pa'ku, Halazzi and Krag'wa, and of course Bwonsamdi, the loa of death and patron of the Queen. Others were represented by their most devout followers, unable to make the journey, or in the case of Torga and Gral, unable to leave the ocean. Each would receive their new followers in time, as the young trolls would go forth in Pilgrimage. Half an hour later, the moment Ghorren awaited finally arrived.

"Anwé, daughter of Yizbei." the priest called, and his daughter stepped forward, pulling down her hood, and revealing her black and purple hair, and the tattoo'd bones worn proudly on her face.

"I, Anwé, daughter of Yizbei and Ghorren, hereby devote myself to the Loa of Death, Bwonsamdi, and intend to serve among his priests!"

Ghorren's heart soared to hear his daughter take this step, her confidence and purpose found after years of difficulty in the wake of all the changes. The priests of Bwonsamdi congratulated her as she went to stand among them for the rest of the ceremony, and prepared to begin her true calling.

[icicleteeth]

OC themed food comms from twitter 🥣

[nootziq]

Bargain with Death

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

Second part to this (direct continuation)

NSFW, minors do not interact

Fem!reader x zandalari troll, fingering, squirting, size kink

“So tired just from that?” Daz’ai’s words were teasing but playful as he watched you wobble and lean on the door for support.

Between having your knees locked the whole time and the thorough job he had done eating you out you were wobbling as if the ship was in a storm instead of docked. You were also in no condition to protest as Daz’ai lifted you up and carried you to the bed where he then carefully laid you down among the pillows.

You watched as he undid his belt, unable to tear your eyes from him actually. It was mesmerizing watching his tattoos catch the sunlight, watching muscles move under taut skin. He moved slowly and with purpose, giving you a sly smile and watching your reaction when he finally stepped out of his pants.

Surprise was not quite the right word, you already had a good idea of what you would be dealing with, but still there must have been a look of shock on your face, which only seemed to make Daz’ai smile more.

“Don’t you worry, I have nothing but time to get you ready. It’s one of my favorite parts” his eyes never leaving your face.

He settled down onto the bed and pulled you close, your back flush against his chest, dwarfed by his size. His knee nudged your thighs apart and you felt him nestle his cock between your legs, rubbing against your still wet folds.

Automatically you angled your hips back, trying to give him a better angle to line up with you, which only made him laugh.

“While I appreciate your enthusiasm, trust me when I say that’s not going to work” the rumbles of his laugh and voice traveled pleasantly down your spine and straight between your legs. “Let me enjoy you like this while you find your legs again”.

Slowly he thrusted between your thighs, the remaining wetness of your cunt let him slide easily. His hand pressed down on to the top of your leg, nudging you squeeze him between them firmly and you happily complied.

Clearly he was in no hurry, lazily thrusting while the hand that was on your leg drifted up and under your shirt. Rough, calloused fingertips gently pinched and rolled one of your nipples and you let out a soft sigh in response.

“Not many humans making their way to Dazar’alor, even with the war over, so what brings you here?” he asked nonchalantly as if he was not currently grinding between your thighs.

Between soft sighs you managed to answer him, “Just needed a change. I went my whole life living in one city, figured it was time to get out in the world”.

Once more his low, rumbling laugh sent pleasant tingles down your spine and left a warmth between your legs, “Now that, that’s something I truly understand” he said.

Tentatively you reached down and ran your fingers along his tip as it poked out from between your plump thighs, feeling the beads of pre cum forming. You pressed his shaft up against your folds and clit more firmly, enjoying the friction as he continued to grind against you.

“And not shy, I like that” he said as he gave your nipple a particularly firm pinch that made you let out a loud moan, “I like people who know what they want”.

You closed your eyes, exhausted from both the long voyage to Dazar’alor and from Daz’ai, though more than happy to let Daz’ai continue with you how he pleased. With how tall he was, your head was only up to the middle of his chest laying like this, making you feel completely enveloped by him as he curled around you. He reached down with his free hand to tilt your face up to look at him, at this angle his tusks got in the way trying to kiss the top of your head, so he settled for just pressing his forehead to the top of your head instead.

It would be a lie to say that you were not at least a little confused by him, he was awfully gentle and affectionate for a hook up.

“So,” you began, “have you been with humans before?”

Another laugh from him pleasantly traveled down your spine from where you were pressed against him, “Many times, I’m actually quite fond of humans, the soft little things you are” he gave the fat of your hip a squeeze with the hand that had been resting on your thigh.

The smirks and giggles from his crew made more since now, an apparent pattern of behavior for him, not that it mattered to you. You had just been curious to see the warship up close, the fact that the captain was handsome and had a things for humans was just a bonus.

“So is this how you usually get someone in bed with you? Invite them to your ship and bring them back to your quarters?” you teased.

“I usually just head to the tavern, find someone interesting, then hope they have a partner who also wants to come along too” he smiled back.

You blushed at his words, figuring it was probably not a joke. He was confident, knew what he liked, and clearly was very experienced, and it was wildly attractive.

Carefully he rolled onto his back and pulled you on top of him, setting you to straddle his hips, and seeing him under you was quite a sight.

Regal would be a good word to describe him. From the little bit you knew of Zandalari culture you knew he was not just handsome to you as a human, but definitely drew attention everywhere he went. He was tall, well muscled with a broad chest and back, and very impressive tusks. You remembered hearing people on the voyage to Dazar’alor giggle over tusk sizes and possible correlations, and well, maybe there was some merit.

A few stands of long white hair had slipped free from where he kept his hair tied up. His tattoos were mesmerizing, the ink shined like gold in the light and you traced your fingers along the lines on his chest. As you touched him he watched you, though you could not meet his gaze, there was something about the glow of his solid colored eyes was just too intense.

“So,” you began, “you have a thing for humans?”

“I do. Is that a problem?” he asked back, his hands on your hips encouraging you to grind against him.

“No, I’m just surprised, I always heard that the Zandalari were pretty insular”.

He snorted, and though it was hard to tell for sure, you were fairly certain he rolled his eyes, “Not insular” he corrected firmly, “We are explorers and keepers of knowledge, we just have our way of life and very few are willing to leave and give it up”.

“Oh” you said softly. His tone was firm, but not annoyed or angry, though it left you feeling like you were a kid back in school being scolded by a teacher for asking a dumb question.

“One of the most important things to us is collecting and preserving knowledge. You cannot build the libraries we have if you refuse to travel and learn about others, and I quite like learning about others, especially hands on”. He moved a large hand up to your breast to gently give you a squeeze and seemingly to make his point.

“And what have you learned about humans?” you asked.

He let out a low hum before speaking, “Humans are cocky, you see a Zandalari and want to start a fight. I’m no fighter, but I’ve sent many cocky humans home with wounded pride.

“And humans come in so many shapes and sizes, unlike Zandalari. My people value strength almost above all else, does not leave a lot of room for different looks, it’s boring. But a human like you? Soft and round, how much better it feels to have soft thighs around my cock, how good those wide hips look bent over, being able to grab on and get a good handful of someone?” his other hand grabbed onto the fat of your hip, “So beautifully different than what I was used to”.

Your face was red hot from the way he spoke, from the way he looked at you with such desire.

“So, my pretty little human, think you’re steady enough now for me to really tire you out?” he asked.

You took a deep breath to steady yourself, still worn out from earlier and now overstimulated from his shaft rubbing your clit the whole time, “All yours” you smiled still.

It was surprising how quickly he could move. Before you knew it he had flipped you onto your back on the bed and was seated between your legs. His hands started at your knees and he took his time gently squeezing and playing with your thighs as he worked his way up, occasionally stopping to kiss the tops of your legs. You marveled at his hands, only two thick fingers and a thumb per hand like all trolls, and you were eager to experience what he could do with them.

Daz’ai slowly dragged one of those thick fingers between your folds and tentatively pressed against your entrance. “You’ll tell me if anything is too much, ok?” it was not a question as much as it was a command.

“Ok” you answered back, already panting in anticipation.

The stretch from his finger was incredible and you squirmed under his careful touch as he began to enter you. He paused periodically, anticipating when it was getting to be too much even before you needed to say anything. Occasionally stopping to rub his finger along your wet heat while he patiently waited for you to adjust.

“By the light you really know what you’re doing” you gasped as he slid his finger in a bit farther.

“I’ve had plenty of practice” he gave you a sly smile.

Expertly and thoroughly he worked you over, sliding his finger almost entirely out before gently working in back in and softly rubbing against your cervix once you were able to handle it. Many time he paused just a few inches in to stroke your most sensitive spots, making you see stars. None of his movements were fast nor particularly intense, instead he was precise, listening to your moans and constantly adjusting what he was doing.

As he settled into a steady pattern and rhythm with you, his free hand moved to your clit. His pressure was light as he started, tentatively varying it until he found what really made you moan. Never once did he falter in his rhythm, nor did he look away from your face.

“Just relax, pretty little thing. You’re still so tense, and haven’t I been so gentle with you?” he cooed.

You closed you eyes, just focusing on how incredible everything felt.

It was hard to tell how old Daz’ai was exactly, all you knew was he was older than you, wildly more experienced than you, and that you were more than happy to let him lead.

You could feel how hard you were clenching around his finger as you got closer. The tension in your core building endlessly from his steady pace, enough to leave you panting but not enough to tip you over the edge.

“Please” you begged him for the second time that day.

“Hmmmm? ‘Please’ what?” he asked back, a teasing tone in his voice.

“More. Please”.

“I was going to drag this out as long as I could, but if you’re going to ask so nicely” he trailed off, pressing another kiss to the top of your leg before making sure you felt every bit of him, his steady pace increasing and making your toes curl.

All you could manage was incoherent babbling, strings of “yes” or “oh fuck” as you felt like every nerve in your body was on fire in the most incredible way. The first waves of your release hit hard, your brain locking up and not being able to make a sound for the first few moments, then came a new feeling. A spray of fluids from you that coated Da’zai chest and the sheets under you.

“I’m so sorry! That’s never happened before” you exclaimed in your embarrassment. “I don’t know what- I didn’t mean to”

Swiftly he cut you off, looking highly amused as you babbled on in a panic, “I have that effect on people. And whatever you think just happened? No”.

“No?”

“No” he repeated, a cocky smile now on his face, “Though, now I know I’m the best you’ve ever had”.

Even without seeing yourself, you knew your face was beet red. He was right. He was the best you have ever had and by a wide margin. You had had plenty of good sex in your life, even great sex at times, but Daz’ai’s idea of foreplay was an entirely different thing.

He dragged himself over to lay on his side next to you, pausing only for a moment to use the corner of the sheet to wipe himself off, “Don’t look so embarrassed, it felt good, right?” he asked.

“Yeah” was all you could manage, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest from your orgasm and your embarrassment.

“It’s normal, not something everyone can do, but my ego does like that I must be the first to get you to squirt” slowly he ran his fingers along your hips and leg, “And that was just a finger, imagine how good it’ll feel riding my cock while I play with your clit and nipples”.

You squirmed as you felt your cunt flutter in response to his words, already feeling more wetness forming at the thought.

“I’m going to have so much fun playing with this pretty, soft body” he cooed at you as he tossed an arm over you and happily kneaded his hand into the fat of your hips.

The way he looked at you made you blush more than his words, the intense desire mixed with a gentleness.

“You look so good like this, feeling so good, so pliable and ready for me. Rest for moment, close your eyes and doze if you need, and then when you’re ready I’m going to make sure you come looking for my ship any time you’re in the city”.

[sad4ppleart]

why yest i did spent three whole days to figure out animating in csp to remake this with our ocs

[skymagpie]

Did some doodles of @divaythfyr's Captain Reijoh and his pirate crew that consists of his creepy little sister Zamari, my Nightborne Celestide, my pandaren Xiaolin and many others I hope I draw soon. These are our Pandaria Remix characters and we just decided they will all be a pirate crew. Also the last one is a response to someone thinking humans killing trolls is funny

[kottkrig]

This started out as just a sketch of my OCs, then I decided to paint it, then I added a friend's OC and then another's and more and more and more...

Some of the cast members of an RP campaign we did deserved a beach episode after all the chaos they went through. Writers: portergauge, benchflip, tidesages, meggoart, buttart, kudgen, fawkses, and myself :-)

[skymagpieart]

I was doodling my undead Zandalari Prelate, Palanzual, because Zandalari trolls are the hottest and also the best to draw. He is a mummified prelate that served Dazar and was recently resurrected during Zul's attack on the King's tomb. He made a pact with the Loa, Shirvallah, to remain "alive" for a while more and explore a world 16.000 years in the future, but he isn't restored, he is still undead and he reverts to his mummified undead look once he is away from Shirvallah's power for whatever reason.

[nidarosis]

[howliteart]

Doodle of my Pandaria Remix character, Izuuli, who is a paladin of the loa Xolotal 🐺⚡ Her greatest wish is that we finally get Arsenals for all those low-droprate unique weppins they added for the event ^_^

[johnnykitten]

Aw, poor Brutosaur is too small to snack on fruit. :( Good thing they got help from a friendly druid. My revenge on @laedrin featuring the Zandalari Anaya.

[fexel]

The heavy burden of paladins.

[trippingtroll]

Kah swears he’s not crying. The rain is just making his eyeliner run. He may or may not be lying though.🥲

[nootziq]

Orchid

[little-viking-draw]

Haven't posted here in forever time to change that

The zandalari belonges to a friend of mine

[sad4ppleart]

oh yes, Kidibai's most FAVORITE day of the month!!

fucking. laundry day. thank the loa Zazi keeps him in check or he'd never do it again thats for sure!!!

nothing wrong with a bit of manstink.

zazii belongs to @dravatti