#sanuye

Sanuye is very precious to me, and I NEED MORE OF HER IN MAH LIFE-

“Oh, me think dat he be such a beautiful an’ wonderful troll, I wish ta hang out with him more if possible, maybe we can go through Zuldazar’s forests, or we can pet lil’ dinosaurs!

Oh, and me want ta see him more with dreadlocks, I absolutely LOVE dreadlocks on him!”

Big thanks to @actuallygayaboutamanitrolls for letting me write this!!

Another year gone and the day still hit her like a ten ton brick. Sanuye felt as if she couldn't even pull herself from her bed, but it was nothing new. Zul'Jin was still gone and no matter how long it had been since he lost his life, and she lost that grand feeling of love. Her heart to this day was broken into so many pieces there was just no way for her to figure out how to begin picking up the fragments, or where to start.

The world was so cruel as to take him away, and deep down she blamed herself for not doing or being able to do anything to have prevented it. It was bad enough the day he returned, missing an arm and his eye which just would not regenerate. Some trolls weren't as lucky as others, and to regrow a limb was hard work as it was but there was so much more to it than that. She mever figured it out though, but it didn't matter now. He was gone.

The only saving grace to this situation was that she at least had a comfortable bed to lay in as she grieved this time around. Wind blew in from the window and shortly after she heard a deep and calm voice, one she hadnt heard in years speak out from behind her. "It feels as if dere be no pullin yaself from despair, huh?"

Startled, the troll woman sprang out of bed, claws on her hands forming as she was ready to shapeshift to attack her invader until she could see who it was.

It had been about eleven years since she had seen this old Troll. Tular'Anok sat on a chair near her bed, spectral and looking the same as he did when he left to go on a hunt so many years ago.

"Ya look good for a grieving widow. I trust ya have been taking care of yaself." He greeted her with that same warm and inviting smile he always had plastered on his face. "Tears dat no one one can see don't suit ya."

"Tular- Ya be h-here? Why? Didn't ya pass?" Sanuye asked the ancient troll, retracting her hand and straightening herself out, her ears perking up in surprise and hairs standing straight.

"I have much t' make up for. Sins greater den others. Can't pass over to de other side until I know everyting be fine and until I mend enough sorrow dat will leave me satisfied." He explained at a length, before turninging the topic back to her. "Ya feel it too, doncha? De gnawin' feelin dat ya coulda done better, constantly tinkin' ya had de powah ta change de outcome of ya tragedy."

Her ears sank as her heart plummeted into her chest, drowning in depression. "I ain't cryin' for it."

"Yes, ya are. Ya cryin' because I cried de same way. I suffered in silence for so long and I know if ya don't start ta heal den ya will never be well. For some it be impossible to start alone."

His words stung her like a thousand hornets in her chest, but it didn't surprise her. Thia was the same Troll who saved a child of a terrible illness at one hut and she witnessed Tular hand a troll an axe as a 'cure' to his dying and suffering mate from a terrible illness that was beyond medicine. Tular'Anok was always honest, and even if his words hurt there was always meaning behind them. Knowing that didn't take the pain one bit.

She shut her eyes and grit her teeth, hands clenched as she tried to hold back her rage. There was no way she could tesr the incorporeal body of Tular'Anok to shredd the at she would a Blood Elf taunting or making an attempt on her life.

"I loved him wit everyting. He is gone and now I am only waiting for de day we togetha again."

"And does dat necessarily mean waitin until ya die? Preppin' for de next life?" Tular asked, and Sayune solemnly nodded. "Who said it had ta be ya next life? Some souls come back to de world faster den others."

Her eyes snapped open, ears flicking lightly upon hearing his words. Would her Zul'Jin truly come back, in this life time? What did Tular'Anok know that she didn't?

"Tular! Where is he?" She pleaded, her heart nearly skipping a beat. "What do you know?"

The old troll seemed to chuckle and he placed a hand 'on' her shoulder. "Ya gonna know when ya ready to love once more, but before ya do, ya must repair yaself... Not for Zul'Jin, but for Sanuye." He then put his forehead to her's whispering "Be good to yaself, and remember de good ya be worth."

SKETCHES OF SOME OF MAH FAVORITE LADIES!

I have hella bad art block rn, and I thought your LOVELY girls could save me! I hope you guys don't mind!

Amita belongs to @airanke

Sanuye belongs to @lunarisaeclipsia

And Kiefie belongs to @druidess-kiefie

I'm planning on lining and coloring too! ^w^