Jaina Proud-more
Added 2025-09-27 08:00:08 +0000 UTCThe storm was settling above the spires of Theramore, lightning tracing runes across the sky, but Jaina’s focus wasn’t on the weather anymore.
Not when everyone’s attention was clearly on her.
Her staff crackled with arcane energy, but the real surge came from the way her chest strained against the tight clasp of her bodice. Her cloak fluttered in the wind, and with it came the scent of ozone and sweat—proof of a mage who didn’t just study books… she lifted them. And boulders. And maybe armies, if they challenged her core enough.
Jaina adjusted her cape with one gloved hand, letting it fall just low enough to draw the eye to her impossibly firm cleavage.
"People say I’ve grown proud," she said softly, eyes glowing like arcane embers. "But can you blame me?"
Her pecs twitched, causing her tunic to rise and fall like sails catching wind. Dozens of glyphs and enchantments were etched into her outfit—not for modesty, but reinforcement. Even magic needed help holding in all that mass.
“I’m not just Proudmoore,” she added with a sly smile, “I’m Proud-more with every rep.”
The floating orb at her staff’s tip pulsed in rhythm with her heart, as if even it couldn’t resist syncing to the sheer presence she radiated. She tilted her head slightly, braid swinging over her shoulder.
“Wanna test my shield spell?” Her voice dropped to a husky murmur. “It’s right here.”
She flexed her chest with arcane precision—two perfectly controlled mounds of raw, magical muscle rising like enchanted mountains. Thunder cracked above as her pecs collided.
Storms could wait.
The real power surge was standing right here… proud as ever.
