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Tarnesh of the XII LegionTarnesh strangled the legionnaire. The chain of his meteor hammer dug into the carved flesh of the Emperor's Children warrior. Veins throbbed beneath the strangling warriors’ forehead and neck. Tarnesh laughed a guttural laugh that spoke of released evil and animal instinct. The Emperor's Children warrior sagged, dead. Tarnesh released his grip on the meteor hammer and rose. He stood before the dead form and smelled the bruised air: blood and hate, death and life coiling into a miasma of insanity. Blue and white armor clad warriors battled with warriors of the III, their armor varying from legionnaire to legionnaire - purples and pinks, raucous colors that made ones stomach lurch and heave. Sickening, he thought. The blue and white warriors were lost to the Nails biting into their ravaged brains. Fury and the wanting of blood to be spilled burning on their grimaced visages. Tarnesh watched this from a collapsed building that spoke of alien origin. Smooth and clean, not like Imper
FireMemories flee from me. My mind is broken, shattered beyond repair. Fragments form, shining with horror and sorrow. Black sand. Burning skies. Thunderous booms and heat washing over me. I feel nothing below me. I am on my back. Darkness. I am being dragged. The earth ruptures before my dulling eyes. I hear voices. Blackness. I’m not on sand, I feel nothing. I see darkness, save for a hazy light above me. I hear a clang to my left. A cough to my right. Darkness. ‘Vulkan…’ I rasp my throat dry. ‘He’s dead, brother,’ a voice in the darkness calls out. ‘He died on the sands, consumed by the fires of war and betrayal. I saw it happen.’ the voice was melancholic, distant and numb.
Was he a son of Vulkan? ‘Whe… where am I?’ I ask, my mind throbbing. Nothing. Darkness. I awake in light. It bathed me in its warmth. I look around, finding my armor hung upon a wall, the Mantles of Ash looked ruined, broken. It hurt my hearts
Slave Wars: SkalathraxSkalathrax
Tarnesh fought with meteor hammer and boltgun. The blood painted his white and blue armor, freezing in the cold air of the Daemon World. The Emperor’s Children warrior before him was on his knees, swaying in the frozen air. ‘The pain, the blissful escape of life. I can feel it, the embrace of the Pleasure God upon my skin. It hurts, it is a good pain. I enjoy my painful dea....’ the warrior never got to finish, Tarnesh smashed the warriors’ skull with a swing from his meteor hammer. The battle raged around him: the destruction of a World Eaters rhino from a missile, the conflagration and the brutal hand-to-hand combat of a rampager squad diving into the burning trench, the bark of bolters and the clang of swords. But this… distraction left him as the Nails took hold, singing their painful melody into his brain. He saw red, the throbbing pulse of blood vessels bursting in his eyes as he lunged into the fray. His meteor hammer crushed the chest o
Victory of the Order of the Bladed SunThe convent was burning; the fires licked the bruised sky, smoked billowed and carried the history away on winds of sorrow. The number of dead was rising; Prioress Angellica Tendiol was dead, along with the majority of command. She died fighting, bolt pistol singing holy justice while her chainsword was an angelic hymn on revving fury. Rumored was that she had fifteen enemies laid before her, bloodied and dead. Vox-chatter was gone. Distant battles around the convent tolled like the bells. However, Sister Superior Dorinia knew what was happening: they were losing and going to die.
The traitor rabble flew from the clear blue skies hours before, troop transports of various designs, cut through that blue sky and rained hell. Cathedral after cathedral cried out for aid, but they ended quickly. The Order of the Bladed Sun’s convent stood upon the hill of tears, on the outskirt of the capital city of Sorrow’s End. Dorinia recalled seeing the Prioress standing on the steps, weepin
SacrificeThe cheering rose from the base of Temple Hive Tonatiuh to the upper tiers, for the Sacred Ritual. Priests in long cloaks of black with stains of blood chant to Tonatiuh, with each priest wearing a mask of Death and Rebirth. The feather-armor of the Eagle warriors shone in the sun. They guarded the beast that was about to die for Tonatiuh. The ululating chanting rose higher and higher, the Temple quaked cause of it. Ataxa Quex smiled. His heart thumped with the beat, the power of man showing their love for their God, the God who sits upon the Throne of Aether Fire, the God that fought for humanity, shedding His very being for that they may live in peace and prosperity. His radiance shines throughout humanity’s entire domain. This sacrifice to Him will add to His never ending will. The soul and ash will be gifts unto him. Ataxa watched his feathered-armored kin march the beast to the altar. Chains clink as they shake. The green beast, dazed and confused, looks around. With mouth h
BoomThe wall exploded as the Leman Russ Punisher drove through. Engines howling and releasing toxin fumes into the enclosed space of the lower hab-block. Furniture was crushed beneath churning treads. The Punisher Gatling Cannon turned back and forth, scanning for targets. The crew was hungry for battle, to feel the rumble of the turning barrels as they spit out shell after shell. ‘Nothing yet, just a shitty room with shitty nothing, sir,’ Gunner Joesf Rewaq said, his eyes glued to target optics. His thumb flicking through infrared to thermal. ‘Wait, got movement to the right, next to the staircase.’
The turret hummed as it turned to face the possible target. ‘Loading,’ Dereg said. The humming died away and the sound of metal on metal clanking into position. The cycling of ammunition was a comforting sound, Joesf thought. ‘I see it, open fire on my command.’
Captain Yesf Belei was a young man, but earned a reputation for having a well-oiled c
The War in Heaven PrologueRa'tesh stood upon the overlook. Staring at the billowing tormented sky. Streaks of lightening danced above in random order - beautiful chaos. He remembered the days he spent looking at the radiated skies of his home world many millennia ago. The devastated people and land, one in the same. Many had died those days. Many suffered devastating diseases, which, ironically, made him an outcast. Oh, those days were long gone. A lash of green energy scoured the air near him, then another and another. Screams added to the din to the atomization of these... these bipedal creatures. They were slow and brutish, technologically inferior to them. Swathes died as their genetic makeup was torn asunder: clothes, armor, and flesh became nothing, dust on the wind. If he could laugh at these creatures, he would. Primitive laser weapons bolted before him, leaving scorch marks on his armored form and those of his kin. Ra'tesh just stood there; looking at the swarm of flesh fought the metal monstrosities t
The War in Heaven‘It could have been worse, Ra’tesh. If my guards and I didn't reach you in time, you would be another corpse in the crypts.’
Ra’tesh barely paid attention to Telemech’s ramblings. Fool. Your son is a violent sycophant, he thought. ‘How long was I out for?’ he asked, his long and bony fingers slide across his recovered face - yet the ulcers and crusted skin were still present. He stared into a mirror that was opposite of his bedding. He never really looked at himself before, how he looked, or anything. The high cheek muscles, the elongated face that was in a permanent rictus state. Deep, sallow eyes glared back him. Pits of despair and anguish, he thought. The bruising was gone, his nose was set back in place, and his teeth were good as new. ‘Six months. When we brought you on the ship, you were unresponsive. Eyes glazed over and swelling formed over your eye and the side of your skull. Putting immense pressure on your brain. Organs flared
And he came forth, wrathful judgement'The line just... just broke. Men were torn to shreds, gun-emplacements torn from their housings, bunkers turned to rubble in a flash,' the young said, his eyes wide and drawn back as he stared into the distance. 'I'm no coward, but I ran - for cover and to compose myself. Monsters taller than the statues you see in the promenade of a church or something. Dried, flayed skin waved as they ran into us, bashed us, tore us apart,' he took a long drag of lho-stick. 'Skulls held by rusted - or possibly dried blood and gore - chains jangled. Some chipped and broke, but the rest just clattered, like the insignificant bangs of the stubber's we had.'
He just stared into the distance for some minutes, I noticed his hand shaking. Most likely by the thought of what he encountered at, what the troopers are calling it, the massacre at Tombstone Mount. What an odd fitting name. He turned to me, fresh tears washing down his battered and bruised face. 'Kaelan, he was my friend, a very good one at that w
(Req) Methods of Communication (Canada x Reader)
"Ahh! Oh no!"
Pausing mid-sip of your drink, you glanced up.
Matthew Williams, probably one of the most discussed guys in your year at college, was standing a ways across from where you swear, beneath a large oak tree that had likely been planted there when the college was first built. Its great height and width stood as a testament to just how much both it and the college itself had grown since their beginning. From the distance you stood, it looked like Matthew had dropped a folding, sending a wad of papers scattered about his sneakered feet like giant, grounded butterflies. He hastily crouched, grabbing at the papers haphazardly, in a desperate attempt to stop them from being swept away by the breeze snaking its way between the buildings, but taking care not to crumple or rip the pages.
One paper, however, missed his frantic fingers and zoomed off, carried away by the air current. You glanced down, jolting slightly in surprise at the paper slapped into the leg of your jeans. Bending
AmericaxReader - Letting Go Is Never Easy
“Hey, can I talk to you?”
Right there. Definitely. That was the moment I wish I could take back.
We had just gone on our first date two days before. He treated me to a movie with extra buttery popcorn and a sugar cookie from Great American Cookie Company. It was fun, now that I look back on it. We made smart-aleck comments and tried to subdue our laughter throughout the whole movie, and we just talked in his car when we pulled into the driveway in front of my house. We talked about funny stuff we did in grade school, and his cousin was brought up at some point. And at the end of the date, I did something neither one of us expected: I kissed him.
As we were getting out of his car at my house, I leaned over and planted a light kiss on the corner of his mouth. I didn’t know if it was right, considering I had never kissed someone in my entire life. It made me a little apprehensive and shaky when I was stepping inside my house, and for a while I even reprimanded mys
Reader x Trickster!Nepeta: Egg Coloring"EY YO BITCHIE-"
"Oh my god she's still alive are you kidding me?"
Your name is ___ ___ and your... matesprit, Nepeta Leijon, Tac as you call her, is frantically pounding on your door.
"BITCHIE LEMME IN I REALLY NEED TO MAKE PLANS WITH MEW AND YOUR CUTE BUTT."
"Do we have to?" you groaned. You were literally laying on the floor of your cute little one-story apartment. Your Siamese cat, Simi, licked your nose. Simi was fond of the troll and in return, the troll was fond of Simi.
"Uh. Well not really but I'd sure as hell purrefur mew did." you heard her make a face. "And befur mew ask, no I didn't kill anyone this time. Da po-po let me furreeeeee~" the Trickster chirped.
"Fine." you simply said, wiggling over to the door and sitting up, staring at the oversized wood plank. "What's the password?"
"THERE'S A PASSWORD?!"
You stifled a laugh, merely smirking and standing up, stepping back to dodge the olive blood's attempted tackle-pounce as you opened the door. "Hello t
Levi x Reader: After All This Time? (10) It was an early morning. A girl no less than 10 woke up. She yawned in her bed, the early morning rays breaching her small window. She was very beautiful and mature for the early age of 10. But she was sick. Not the sickness which attaches itself to the body though. It was a sickness of the mind. And where sickness thrives, bad things will follow (A/N: Any fans of 'The Hobbit' reading this?'). Under that sweet, adorable exterior; was a dangerous creature.
She went down her bed, quietly as to not wake up her sleeping brother in the other room. She was going to check if her mother was home. Due to her job at the local hospital, she would come home late at times. She approached her parents' room when she heard noises. They were quite familiar to her ears by the time, but she wanted to see if the story was any different. She opened the door slightly, allowing her eyes to take in the scene before her. It was her father, Lewis in bed w
Easter Sexy - TGMy mother buttoned up my shirt, shaking her head because I kept pulling away. I hated having my shirt buttoned up, so I would always undo the buttons. Before I could undo them, my mother handed me a little green weaved basket with my name on the side. Immediately, I knew what time it was and I jumped in place. “Easter eggs, Easter eggs, Easter eggs!”
My mother laughed and my shirt into my jeans, kissing my forehead and standing up, taking my tiny hand. “Yes, it’s time for the Easter egg hunt, and this year we hid more eggs than we have ever done before. So hopefully you get lots and lots of candy.” Her comment just made me pull on her arm harder, wanting her to start moving. “Alright, calm down Jacob.”
Finally, my mother started moving out of the room and where all of my cousins were waiting. I broke away from my mom and ran to my favorite cousin, Elise. We hugged each other and started telling stories while we waited for our aunts and uncles t
A Southern Story: Chelsea at the supermarketHey! How you doing, I haven’t seen you since before the reception!
Aww, that’s good to hear, glad everything’s going okay for you! Me? Oh, I’m just bracing myself for this coming football season. I got stuck in charge of the cheerleaders again, and you know how that turned out LAST year. Put all that effort into getting skinny, ah, well, you know, not quite so hugely fat, and they all looked at me doing that and went back to stuffing their faces.
I’ve already made up my mind, I’m not even going to try this year to make these girls lose any weight. It's down to them, if they want to look good, they can stop stuffing their greedy little faces. If they want to make terrible messes out of themselves, then go ahead, have that fourth plate of nachos. I’m just gonna sit back and let them do it.
We had our first meeting last week and guess who just waltzed in ten minutes late, shoving a Hershey’s bar in her face? Kaitlyn O’Leary, reme
A Southern Story: Tori's RealizationOh, hey.
Ah, nothing much, I just figured, you know. It's a nice day to do some sunbathing, better not waste it. What's up with you? How you been?
Ah, good for you, glad to see SOMEBODY'S been having a good time recently. . .
Ah, no, no, it's nothing big, I've just been having a rough time the past few months.
You probably heard by now, right? Well. . . It's true, I broke 200 pounds. That's old news, though.
You want to know about the most RECENT kick in my super-sized ass? Well. . . Eh, screw it, it's not like you won't hear it from someone else anyway.
I went to the doctor the other day, already knowing I was over 200, I'd weighed myself a few weeks before, and I was something like 202. That was bad, you know, I had a whole “OH MY GOD I BROKE 200!' thing. Elizabeth being Elizabeth, she had to mess with me, throw me a party to celebrate my being fat, but honestly, I kind of chalked it up to, I dunno, natural weight fluctuations or something, but what that doctor was tellin
The Shrine Maiden
It was a cold December night. At an old shrine by a river, drummers beat an ancient rhythm. Lanterns burned brightly, illuminating the paths between the many stalls hastily assembled around it. Children flocked from game to game, an old priest sold protective amulets, and local artists displayed their work. Schoolgirls trilled like songbirds. A young couple shared an order of takoyaki. My stomach rumbled, reminding me I hadn't eaten that day.
At the time, I was a young freeter, drifting from job to job with the seasons. My previous employer had let me go two weeks before the festival, and my savings were running low. Even the internet cafe where I usually slept would become too expensive before long. Needless to say, I hadn't stopped by the festival to sample its overpriced food and souvenirs. I had a different objective in mind.
On most nights, the shrine grounds had no cover to hide a 174-cm man with a backpack. On mos
Clowning Around - TGCal was on his way home from working at the haunted house, his normal route just happened to be through the neighborhood where the Ebil Witch Lady was currently staying at. He was dressed up as a killer clown, his clown clothes were bloodied and torn and the makeup on his face was done very well. On his walk home he had received compliments from all kinds of people on how well done his costume is and he would politely thank them as he made his way back to his house. As he walked he eventually ended up in front of the Ebil Witch Lady’s house and saw a sign that read ‘Free Cider: Please take a cup’. Cal was getting pretty thirsty and had forgotten to grab a bottle of water on his way out from the haunted house.
He walked up the steps, grabbed a cup and poured himself a drink. Without a second thought he quickly downed it and poured himself another cup before making his way home. As he was walking he realized his stomach wasn’t exactly agreeing with the cider and c
The TruthThe noises were getting louder. The earth shook. He nestled deeper into the berm he clung to. Volcanic rock avalanche over him, the sharpness kiss into exposed flesh. He shivered, it was cold. He been out here all night, running with every ounce of strength he had left, ever since the siege began. But he knew he had to make the Gods proud. They were watching him and him alone, he thought. He recited the words the apostles said to him before handing over the explosive vest. "The Gods will smile as you take down the enemy. Their blood will flow into the Pantheons altars and bring the truth to the masses!"
He smiled at the thought. To be a chosen one of the Gods! He was truly important wasn’t he?
The noise grew louder, the roar of engines swelled around him. The berm shook more. He looked up at the sky. Grey and void of the beauty it once harbored. Only sick clouds wafted by. Toxic smoke bloomed and rained acidic hell. Fires light the darkness. The earth was torn like a body u
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